of Doctor Faustus
Revolt, or Ile in peece-meale teare thy flesh.
Faust.
I do repent I e'er offended him,
Sweet Mephostophilis intreat thy Lord
To pardon my unjust presumption,
And with my bloud againe I will confirme
The former vow I made to Lucifer.
Do it then Faustus with unfained heart,
Lest greater dangers do attend thy drift.
Torment, sweet friend, that base and aged man,
That durst disswade me from thy Lucifer,
With greatest torment that our hell affoords.
Meph.
His faith is great, I cannot touch his soule,
But what I can afflict his body with
I will attempt, which is but little worth.
Faust.
One thing good servant let me crave of thee,
To glut the longing of my hearts desire,
That I may haveun unto my Paramour,
That heavenly Hellen which I saw of late,
Whose sweet embraces may extinguish cleare
Those thoughts that do disswade me from my vow,
And keepe my vow I made to Lucifer.
Meph.
This, or what else my Faustus shall desire,
Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye.
Enter Hellen again, passing over betweene
two Cupids.
Faust.
Was this the face that launcht a thousand ships,
And burnt the toplesse Towers of Ilium?
Sweet Hellen make me immortall with a kisse:
Her lips sucke forth my soule, see where it flies,
Come Hellen, come, give me my soule againe,
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is drosse that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberge be sackt,
And I will combat with weake Menelaus,
And weare thy colours on my plumed crest,
