much favour as to let us see that peerless dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much beholding unto you. FAUSTUS. Gentlemen, For that I know your friendship is unfeign'd, It is not Faustus' custom to deny The just request of those that wish him well:      You shall behold that peerless dame of Greece, No otherwise for pomp or majesty Than when Sir Paris cross'd the seas with her, And brought the spoils to rich Dardania. Be silent, then, for danger is in words. Music sounds. MEPHISTOPHILIS brings in HELEN; she passeth over the stage. SECOND SCHOLAR. Was this fair Helen, whose admired worth Made Greece with ten years' war 233 afflict poor Troy? THIRD SCHOLAR. Too simple is my wit 234 to tell her worth, Whom all the world admires for majesty. FIRST SCHOLAR. Now we have seen the pride of Nature's work, We'll take our leaves:  and, for this blessed sight, Happy and blest be Faustus evermore! FAUSTUS. Gentlemen, farewell:  the same wish I to you.           [Exeunt SCHOLARS.]            Enter an OLD MAN. OLD MAN. O gentle Faustus, leave this damned art, This magic, that will charm thy soul to hell, And quite bereave thee of salvation! Though thou hast now offended like a man, Do not persever in it like a devil:      Yet, yet thou hast an amiable soul, If sin by custom grow not into nature; Then, Faustus, will repentance come too late; Then thou art banish'd from the sight of heaven:      No mortal can express the pains of hell. It may be, this my exhortation Seems harsh and all unpleasant:  let it not; For, gentle son, I speak it not in wrath, Or envy of thee, 235 but in tender love, And pity of thy future misery; And so have hope that this my kind rebuke, Checking thy body, may amend thy soul. FAUSTUS. Where art thou, Faustus? wretch, what hast thou done? Hell claims his right, and with a roaring voice Says, "Faustus, come; thine hour is almost come;"      And Faustus now will come to do thee right.            [MEPHISTOPHILIS gives him a dagger.]       OLD MAN. O, stay, good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps! I see an angel hover o'er thy head, And, with a vial full of precious grace, Offers to pour the same into thy soul:      Then call for mercy, and avoid despair. FAUSTUS. O friend, I feel Thy words to comfort my distressed soul! Leave me a while to ponder on my sins. OLD MAN. Faustus, I leave thee; but with grief of heart, Fearing the enemy of thy hapless soul.           [Exit.]       FAUSTUS. Accursed Faustus, wretch, what hast thou done? I do repent; and 

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