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Accursed Faustus, wretch, what hast thou done?
I do repent, and yet I do despair.
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast.
What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
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5.1.68 Faustus.

 

Christopher Marlowe

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Now, Faustus, must thou needs be damned?
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Why waverest thou? Oh, something soundeth in mine ears
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Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent
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