Through divinity I dared to raise up Hells minions to me For four years and twenty as servants we lay at your feet The price for such power, my soul hath I granted in blood The stars move, the time runs, the clock strikes, for Faustus we come The wages of sin is death My God look not so fierce upon me, let me breathe awhile Come not thou adders and serpents that heaven reviles Faustus what weepst thou? Tis too late farewell Fools that will laugh upon earth, surely must weep in Hell The wages of sin is death Rend him asunder, beat him from one wall to the other Leave no piece of his body whole, to perdition we carry his soul We pray for the soul of the cursed For the soul of the damned we pray
faustus, wage, weepst, thou, reviles