Enter CHORUS
 
Chorus.  

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo’s laurel bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.

Faustus is gone; regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendfull fortune may exhort the wise
Only to wonder at unlawful things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practise more than heavenly power permits.  [Exit.]



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Scene XIV. Marlowe, Christopher. 1909-14. Doctor Faustus. The Harvard Classics