Doctor Faustus | Scene XV
Scene XV
Enter the Old Man.
- OLD MAN.
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Accursed Faustus, miserable man,
That from thy soul excludest the grace of Heaven,
And fly'st the throne of his tribunalseat!
Enter Devils.
Satan begins to sift me with his pride:
As in this furnace God shall try my faith,(5)
My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee.
Ambitious fiends! see how the heavens smile
At your repulse, and laugh your state to scorn!
Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God.
[Exeunt on one side Devils—on the other, Old Man.]

