The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Dr. Faustus (A Text)
Act:
2
Scene:
16
1st Schol.
What ails Faustus?
Ist Schol.
If it be so, we'll have physicians to cure him. Tis but a surfeit Never fear, man.
All.
God forbid!
Ist Schol.
Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee?
Ist Schol.
Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the next room, and there pray for him.
All.
Faustus, farewell
[Exeunt Scholars. The dock strikes eleven.