...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence have allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails...vomit forth into the air, My. limbs may issue from your1 smoaky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The watch strikes. O half the hour...

...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence have allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails...vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoaky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The watch strikes. O half the hour is past...

...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. ( The watch strikes.) Oh ! half the hour is past : 'twill...

...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. (The watch strikes.) Oh! half the hour is past: 'twill...

...not harbour me. You stars, that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. (The watch /strikes.) Oh ! half the hour is past : 'twill...

...not harbour me. You stars, that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. (The watch strikes.) Oh! half the hour is past: 'twill...

...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud. ****** (The clock chimes the half hour.) Oh ! half the hour is past, 'twill all be past anon. — Oh...

...not harbour me. Yon stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring clond. ****** (The clock chimes the half honr.) Oh ! half the hour is past, 'twill all be past anon....

...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon lab'ring cloud. (The clock chimes the half hour.) Oh! half the hour is past, 'twill all be past anon.—...

...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud; That when ye vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths; But let my soul mount and ascend...