Faustus.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Faustus.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,

And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,[41:5]

That sometime grew within this learnèd man.

Faustus.

Footnotes

[40:2] See Fortescue, page [7].