Faus. Gone! And with her, my only hope on earth!
Oh, Heaven, send me my death—send me my death,
And all that follows death! Am I to live
With this black blight upon my tortured soul.
Or carry with me into dark old age
The canker of an unforgiven sin?
Curse not the world with my unhallowed life,
Or me, with life on this thy goodly world!
Send me my death, oh Heaven—send me my death!
[Falls sobbing on table. Door opens, and Gottfried enters, with sword drawn, and another in his hand. He pauses, advances to Faustus, strikes him heavily on the shoulder, and puts one sword on table.