The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (A Text)


Act: 2 Scene: 16
What ails Faustus?
If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him. Tis but a surfeit Never fear, man.
God forbid!
Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?
Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room, and there pray for him.
Faustus, farewell
[Exeunt Scholars. The dock strikes eleven.