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The Tragical History Of Doctor Faustus - Act Ii[The clock strikes the half-hour]Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon O God, if thou wilt not have mercy on my soul Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd me Impose some end to my incessant pain Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd! O, no end is limited to damned souls! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd Unto some brutish beast! All beasts are happy, for, when they die Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me! No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven |