Meph. I will not.
Faust. Sweet Mephos.
Meph. Move me no further.
Faust. Villain, have I not bound thee to tell me any Thing.
Meph. That's not against our Kingdom, this is: Thou art
Lost; think thou of Hell.
Faust. Think, Faustus, upon him that made the World.
Meph. Remember this. [Sinks.
Faust. Ay, go accursed Spirit to ugly Hell,
'Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus Soul:
'Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus Soul:
I will Repent: Ha! [Goes to his Books.
This Bible's fast, but here's another:
[They both fly out of's Hand, and a flaming Thing appears written, &c.
Is't not too late? [Ring. Good and bad descend.