The clock strikes eleven. FAUSTUS: Ah Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually. Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease and midnight never come...
O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! ["O run slowly, slowly, horses of the night!" Ovid] The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike. The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. O I'll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down?...
The clock striketh twelve.
It strikes, it strikes! Now body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!
Thunder and lightening.
O soul, be changed to little water-drops And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found.
Enter DEVILS. Tonight's very spooky halloween brought to you by the chilling, sad and beautifully rendered 'last moments' of Doctor Faustus according to Christopher Marlowe, and these glorious 1925 illustrations of Goethe's Faust by Harry Clarke, found on 50 Watts.