O, it strikes, it strikes! now, body, turn to air
Or lucifer will bear thee quick to hell!
O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops
And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
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!