The Tragicall History
Ten thousand tortures that more horrid be.
Faust.
O, I have seene enough to torture me.
Bad.
Nay thou must feele them, taste the smart of all,
He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall:
And so I leave thee Faustus till anon.
Then wilt thou tumble in confusion. Exit.
The clock strikes eleven.
Faust.
O Faustus,
Now hast thou but one bare houre to live,
And then thou must be damn'd perpetually.
Stand still you ever-moving Spheares of Heaven,
That time may cease, and midnight never come,
Faire natures eye, rise, rise againe and make
Perpetuall day: or let this houre be but a yeare,
A moneth, a weeke, a naturall day,
That Faustus may repent and save his soule.
O lente lente currite noctis equi.
The stars move still, time runnes, the clocke will strike,
The devill will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.
O Ile leap up to Heaven, who puls me downe?
One drop of blood will save me: Oh my Christ,
Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ,
Yet will I call on him: O spare me Lucifer.
Where is it now? 'tis gone.
And see a threatning arme, and angry brow.
Mountaines and hills, come, come, and fall on me,
And hide me from the heavy wrath of Heaven.
No? then will I headlong run into the earth:
Gape earth; Oh no, it will not harbour me.
You Starres that raign'd at my nativity,
Whose influence have alotted death and hell,
Now draw up Faustus like a foggie mist,
Into the entrals of your labouring cloud;
That when you vomit forth into the Ayre,
My limbs may issue from your smoakie mouths,
But let my soule mount, and ascend to heaven.
