O, thou hast lost celestial
happiness,
Pleasures unspeakable, bliss without end.
Had'st thou
affected sweet divinity,
Hell, or the Devil, had had no power on thee.
Had'st thou kept
on that way, Faustus
behold
In what resplendent glory thou had'st set
In yonder throne, like those bright
shining Saints,
And triumphed
over hell.
That hast thou lost,
And now poor
soul must thy good angel
leave thee.
The jaws of hell
are open to receive thee.
Exit.
