[_Enter_ HELEN, _passing over the stage between two cupids_. FAUSTUS: Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! [_Kisses her_. Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again! Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars: Brighter art thou than naming Jupiter, When he appeared to hapless Semele: More lovely than the monarch of the sky, In wanton Arethusa's azured arms! Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. SCENE II.--_The same_. FAUSTUS. _Enter_ SCHOLARS. FIRST SCHOLAR: Worthy Faustus, methinks your looks are changed! FAUSTUS: Oh, gentlemen! SECOND SCHOLAR: What ails Faustus? FAUSTUS: Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee, then I had lived still; but now must die eternally! Look, sirs; comes he not? Comes he not? FIRST SCHOLAR: O my dear Faustus, what imports this fear? THIRD SCHOLAR: 'Tis but a surfeit, sir; fear nothing. FAUSTUS: A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body and soul. SECOND SCHOLAR: Yet, Faustus, look up to Heaven, and remember mercy is infinite. FAUSTUS: But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned; the serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus. He must remain in hell for ever; hell, Oh, hell for ever. Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever? SECOND SCHOLAR: Yet, Faustus, call on God. FAUSTUS: On God, whom Faustus hath abjured! On God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed! O my God, I would weep! But the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears! Yea, life, and soul! Oh, he stays my tongue! I would lift up my hands; but see, they hold 'em, they hold 'em! SCHOLARS: Who, Faustus? FAUSTUS: Why, Lucifer and Mephistophilis. O gentlemen, I gave them my soul for my cunning! SECOND SCHOLAR: Oh, what may we do to save Faustus? FAUSTUS: Talk not of me, but save yourselves and depart. THIRD SCHOLAR: God will strengthen me; I will stay with Faustus. FIRST SCHOLAR: Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room and pray for him. FAUSTUS: Aye, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever you hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me. SECOND SCHOLAR: Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have mercy on thee. FAUSTUS: Gentlemen, farewell. If I live till morning, I'll visit you; if not, Faustus is gone to hell. SCHOLARS: Faustus, farewell! [_Exeunt_ SCHOLARS. _The clock strikes eleven_.