Doctor Faustus Page #6

whose influence

hath allotted death and Hell...

now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist

into the entrails of yon laboring clouds...

that when they vomit forth into the air...

my limbs may issue

from their smoky mouths...

so that my soul may but ascend to Heaven.

Half the hour is passed.

It will all be passed anon.

Oh, God,

if thou wilt not have mercy on my soul...

yet for Christ's sake,

whose blood hath ransomed me...

impose some end to my incessant pain.

Let Faustus live in Hell 1,000 years,

100,000, and at last be saved.

No end is limited to damned souls.

Why wert thou not a creature-wanting soul?

Or why is this immortal that thou hast?

Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were

that true, this soul should fly from me...

and I be changed into some brutish beast.

All beasts are happy...

for when they die

their souls are soon dissolved in elements.

But mine must live

still to be plagued in Hell.

Cursed be the parents that engendered me!

No, Faustus, curse thyself.

Curse Lucifer...

that hath deprived thee

of the joys of Heaven.

It strikes.

Now, body, turn to air...

or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell!

Soul, be changed into little water drops

and fall into the ocean, ne'er to be found.

My God! Look not so fierce on me!

Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile.

Ugly Hell, gape not!

Come not, Lucifer.

I'll burn my books!

A year, a month, a week, a natural day...

that Faustus may repent and save his soul.

Faustus, too late!

Too late not to deceive.

Whither shall I fly?

If unto God, he'll throw me down to Hell!

You are damned, Faustus!

Too late, Faustus!

See where Christ's blood streams

in the firmament!

One drop would save my soul, half a drop.

My Christ!

The Devil will tear thy flesh!

Too late, too late to repent!

I call thee doomed!

Eternal damnation!

Condemned to die!

Condemned to die!

The reward of sin is death.

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