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 fiendful fortune may exhort the wise,
Only to wonder at unlawful things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practice more than heavenly power permits.
[Exit.]

Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.


<1> mate] i.e. confound, defeat.

<2> vaunt] So the later 4tos.--2to 1604 "daunt."

<3> her] All the 4tos "his."

<4> Whereas] i.e. where.

<5> cunning] i.e. knowledge.

<6> now] So the later 4tos.--2to 1604 "more."

<7> FAUSTUS discovered in his study] Most probably, the Chorus,
before going out, drew a curtain, and discovered Faustus sitting.
In B. Barnes's DIVILS CHARTER, 1607, we find; "SCEN. VLTIMA.