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[Kisses her.] Re-enter HELEN, passing over the stage between two CUPIDS. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. When he appear'd to hapless Semele; That I may have unto my paramour That heavenly Helen which I saw of late, And I will combat with weak Menelaus, Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd; Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; And keep my oath [240] I made to Lucifer. And then return to Helen for a kiss. Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow, MEPHIST. This, or what else my Faustus shall desire, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?-- Whose sweet embraces may extinguish clean [239] Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, FAUSTUS. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, To glut the longing of my heart's desire,-- I will be Paris, and for love of thee, O, thou art fairer than the evening [241] air And all is dross that is not Helena. Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!-- And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye.

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