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Revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy flesh. MEPHIST. His faith is great; I cannot touch his soul; What shall I do to shun the snares of death? Lest greater danger do attend thy drift. MEPHIST. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul And keep mine oath I made to Lucifer. FAUSTUS. Sweet Mephistophilis, entreat thy lord Whose sweet embracings may extinguish clean Those[161] thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow, With greatest torments that our hell affords. For disobedience to my sovereign lord: FAUSTUS. Accursed Faustus, where is mercy now? FAUSTUS. One thing, good servant,[160] let me crave of thee, I will attempt, which is but little worth. I do repent; and yet I do despair: But what I may afflict his body with And with my blood again I will confirm To pardon my unjust presumption, MEPHIST. Faustus, this,[162] or what else thou shalt desire, MEPHIST. Do it, then, quickly,[159] with unfeigned heart, To glut the longing of my heart's desire,-- That heavenly Helen which I saw of late, FAUSTUS. Torment, sweet friend, that base and crooked age, That durst dissuade me from thy Lucifer, Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast: My former vow I made to Lucifer. That I might have unto my paramour