[_Whil'st_ Scaramouche _reads_, Harlequin _puts the Rope over him_.
I have cheated the Poor of their Mony, and took the Bread out of their Mouths, for which I was much troubled in Conscience, fell into Dispair, and, as you see, hang'd my self.
_Poor._ O Neighbours, here hangs the Rogue.
_Poor._ No, you are very well as you are.
_Poor._ Ay, for a Rogue; e'en finish your Work, and save the Hang-man a Labour. Yet, now I think on't, self-murder is a crying Sin, and may damn his Soul. Come, Neighbours, we'll take him down, and have him hang'd according to Law. [_When he's down he trips up their Heels, and runs out, they after him._
_Thunder and Lightning_; Lucifer, Beelzebub, _and_ Mephostopholis.
_Luc._ Thus from the infernal _Dis_ do we ascend, bringing with us the Deed; the Time is come which makes it forfeit.
_Enter_ Faustus, _an old Man, and a Scholar_.
_Faust._ Oh! 'tis too late; behold, they lock my Hands.
_Faust._ _Lucifer_ and _Mephostopholis_; I gave 'em my Soul for Four and twenty Years.
_Fau._ Ay, Heav'n forbad it indeed, but _Faustus_ has done it; for the vain Pleasure of Four and twenty Years, _Faustus_ has lost eternal Joy and Felicity: I writ 'em a Bill with my own Blood, the Date is expired; this is the Time, and they are come to fetch me.
_Old M._ Why would not _Faustus_ tell me of that before?
_Faust._ I oft intended it, but the Devil threat'ned to tear me in Pieces. O Friend, retire, and save your self.
_Old M._ I'll into the next Room, and there pray for thee.
_Faust._ Ay, pray for me; and what Noise soever you hear stir not, for nothing can rescue me.
_Old M._ Pray thou, and I'll pray. Adieu.
_Faust._ If I live till Morning I'll visit you; if not, _Faustus_ is gon to Hell. [_Exeunt old Man and Scholar._
_Meph._ Ay, _Faustus_, now thou hast no hopes on Heav'n.
_Faust._ O thou bewitching Fiend; 'twas thou, and thy Temptations, hath rob'd me of eternal Happiness.
_Meph._ I do confess it, _Faustus_, and rejoyce. What weep'st thou, 'tis too late; hark to thy Knell: Fools that will Laugh on Earth, must Weep in Hell.
_Good An._ O _Faustus_, if thou hadst given Ear to me, Innumerable Joys had followed thee: But thou didst love the World.
_Bad An._ Gave Ear to me, and now must taste Hell's Pains perpetual.