_Enter_ Poor. _Poor._ O Neighbours, here hangs the Rogue. _Scar._ Help me down? _Poor._ No, you are very well as you are. _Scar._ Don't you know me? _Poor._ Ay, for a Rogue; e'en finish your Work, and save the Hang-man a Labour. Yet, now I think on't, self-murder is a crying Sin, and may damn his Soul. Come, Neighbours, we'll take him down, and have him hang'd according to Law. [_When he's down he trips up their Heels, and runs out, they after him._ _All._ Stop Thief, stop Thief. _Thunder and Lightning_; Lucifer, Beelzebub, _and_ Mephostopholis. _Luc._ Thus from the infernal _Dis_ do we ascend, bringing with us the Deed; the Time is come which makes it forfeit. _Enter_ Faustus, _an old Man, and a Scholar_. _Old M._ Yet, _Faustus_, call on Heav'n. _Faust._ Oh! 'tis too late; behold, they lock my Hands. _Old M._ Who, _Faustus_? _Faust._ _Lucifer_ and _Mephostopholis_; I gave 'em my Soul for Four and twenty Years. _Old M._ Heav'n forbid. _Fau._ Ay, Heav'n forbad it indeed, but _Faustus_ has done it; for the vain Pleasure of Four and twenty Years, _Faustus_ has lost eternal Joy and Felicity: I writ 'em a Bill with my own Blood, the Date is expired; this is the Time, and they are come to fetch me. _Old M._ Why would not _Faustus_ tell me of that before? _Faust._ I oft intended it, but the Devil threat'ned to tear me in Pieces. O Friend, retire, and save your self. _Old M._ I'll into the next Room, and there pray for thee. _Faust._ Ay, pray for me; and what Noise soever you hear stir not, for nothing can rescue me. _Old M._ Pray thou, and I'll pray. Adieu. _Faust._ If I live till Morning I'll visit you; if not, _Faustus_ is gon to Hell. [_Exeunt old Man and Scholar._ _Meph._ Ay, _Faustus_, now thou hast no hopes on Heav'n. _Faust._ O thou bewitching Fiend; 'twas thou, and thy Temptations, hath rob'd me of eternal Happiness. _Meph._ I do confess it, _Faustus_, and rejoyce. What weep'st thou, 'tis too late; hark to thy Knell: Fools that will Laugh on Earth, must Weep in Hell. _Ext._ _Good and bad Angel descend._ _Good An._ O _Faustus_, if thou hadst given Ear to me, Innumerable Joys had followed thee: But thou didst love the World. _Bad An._ Gave Ear to me, and now must taste Hell's Pains perpetual. _Throne of Heaven appears._ _Good An._ Had'st thou affected sweet Divinity, Hell, nor the Devil, had no Power on thee. Had'st thou kept on that way, _Faustus_, behold in what resplendid Glory thou had'st sat; that hast thou Lost. And now, poor Soul, must thy good Angel leave: The Jaws of Hell are ready to receive thee. [_Ascends._ _Hell is discovered._ _Bad An._ Now, _Faustus_, let thy Eyes with Horror stare Into that Vast perpetual torturing House. _Faust._ O I have seen enough to torture me.