Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell. [Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, [Enter Devils. [Exeunt Devils with FAUSTUS. Enter CHORUS. Cho. Cut is the branch that might have grown straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits full To practise more than heavenly power permits. [Exit. |