MEPHISTOPHILIS: Now, Faustus, ask me what thou wilt. FAUSTUS: Tell me where is the place that men call hell? MEPHISTOPHILIS: Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place; but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be; And, to be short, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. FAUSTUS: I think hell's a fable. MEPHISTOPHILIS: Aye, think so still, till experience change thy mind. [_Exit_. FAUSTUS: If heaven was made for man, 'twas made for me. I will renounce this magic and repent. [_Enter the_ GOOD _and_ EVIL ANGELS. GOOD ANGEL: Faustus, repent! Yet God will pity thee. EVIL ANGEL: Thou art a spirit; God cannot pity thee. FAUSTUS: My heart is hardened; I cannot repent. EVIL ANGEL: Too late. GOOD ANGEL: Never too late, if Faustus will repent. [_Exeunt_ ANGELS. FAUSTUS: O Christ, my Saviour, my Saviour, Help to save distresséd Faustus' soul. [_Enter_ LUCIFER. LUCIFER: Christ cannot save thy soul, for He is just; Thou call'st on Christ, contrary to thy promise; Thou shouldst not think on God; think on the Devil. FAUSTUS: Nor will Faustus henceforth; pardon him for this, And Faustus vows never to look to Heaven. ACT II SCENE I.--_Rome. Enter_ CHORUS. CHORUS: Learned Faustus, To find the secrets of astronomy Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament, Did mount him up to scale Olympus' top; Where, sitting in a chariot burning bright, Drawn by the strength of yokéd dragons' necks, He views the clouds, the planets, and the stars. From east to west his dragons swiftly glide, And in eight days did bring him home again. Now, mounted new upon a dragon's back, He, as I guess, will first arrive at Rome To see the Pope and manner of his court, And take some part of holy Peter's feast, The which this day is highly solemnised. [_Exit. Enter_ FAUSTUS _and_ MEPHISTOPHILIS. FAUSTUS: Hast thou, as erst I did command, Conducted me within the walls of Rome? MEPHISTOPHILIS: This is the goodly palace of the Pope. FAUSTUS: Sweet Mephistophilis, thou pleasest me. Whilst I am here on earth, let me be cloy'd With all things that delight the heart of man. My four-and-twenty years of liberty I'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance. Now in this show let me an actor be, That this proud Pope may Faustus' cunning see.