No? No?
Then will I headlong run into the earth.
Earth, gape! Oh no, it will not harbor me!
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Ah! half the hour is past; ’t will all be past anon.
O 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 a thousand years—