The Tragicall History
Enter an old Man.
O gentle Faustus leave this damned Art,
This Magicke that will charme thy soule to hell,
And quite bereave thee of salvation.
Though thou hast now offended like a man,
Do not persever in it like a Divell:
Yet, yet, thou hast an amiable soule,
If sinne by custome grow not into nature,
Then (Faustus) will repentance come too late,
Then thou art banisht from the sight of heaven;
No Mortall can expresse the paines of hell.
It may be this my exhortation
Seemes harsh and all unpleasant; let it not,
For gentle sonne, I speake it not in wrath
Or of envy of thee, but in tender love,
And pitty of thy future misery.
And so have hope, that this my kind rebuke,
Checking thy body, may amend thy soule.
Fau.
Where art thou Faustus? wretch, what hast thou done?
Saies Faustus come, thine houre is almost come,
And Faustus now will come to do thee right.
Old.
O stay good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps,
I see an Angell hover ore thy head,
And with a Violl full of precious grace,
Offers to poure the same into thy soule,
Then call for mercy and avoyd despaire.
Fa.
O friend, I feele thy words to comfort my distressed soule.
Leave me a while to ponder on my sinnes.
Old.
Faustus, I leave thee, but with griefe of heart,
Fearing the enemy of thy haplesse soule. Exit.
Faust.
Accursed Faustus, wretch what hast thou done?
I do repent, and yet I doe despaire,
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast:
What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
Meph.
Thou traitor Faustus, I arest thy soule,
For disobedience to my soveraigne Lord,
