The Tragical History Of Doctor Faustus - Act III

[the clock strikes twelve]

O, it strikes, it strikes! now, body, turn to air
Or lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!

[thunder and lightning]

O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops
And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!

[enter devils]

My god, my god
Look not so fierce on me!

Adders and serpents
Let me breathe a while!

Ugly hell, gape not!
Come not, lucifer!
I'll burn my books!
Ah, mephistophilis!

[exeunt devils with faustus]