Scene + 

XV + 

Enter the Old Man. + 

Old Man + 

Accursed Faustus, miserable man, + 

That from thy soul exclud’st the grace of Heaven, + 

And fly’st the throne of his tribunal seat! + 

Enter Devils. + 

Satan begins to sift me with his pride: + 

As in this furnace God shall try my faith, + 

My faith, vile hell, shall triumph over thee. + 

Ambitious fiends, see how the heavens smile + 

At your repulse, and laugh your state to scorn! + 

Hence, hell! for hence I fly unto my God. + 

Exeunt⁠—on one side, Devils, on the other, Old Man. + 