Too simple is my wit to tell her worth,

Whom all the world admires for majesty.

He is not well with being over solitary.

Tis but a surfeit sir; fear nothing.

God will strengthen me; I will stay with Faustus.

The devils whom Faustus served have torn him thus;

For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, me thought

I heard him shriek and call aloud for help,

At which self time the house seemed all on fire

With dreadful horror of these damned fiends.