“Till swol’n with cunning of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And melting, heavens conspired his overthrow.” Chorus Prologue
“Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer,
Conspired against our god with Lucifer,
And are for ever damned with Lucifer.” Mephistopheles 1.3
“Oh, what will not I do to obtain his soul.” Mephistopheles 2.1
“Ay, and Faustus will turn to God again./ To God? He loves thee not.” Faustus 2.1
“Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell!/ ‘Tis thou hast damned distressed Fasutus’ soul” Faustus 2.3
“Ah, Mephistopheles!” Faustus 5.2
