 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 str.
...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence have allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails...vomit forth into the air, My. limbs may issue from your1 smoaky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The watch strikes. O half the hour... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 502 str.
...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence have allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails...vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoaky mouths, But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven. The watch strikes. O half the hour is past... | |
 | Charles Wentworth Dilke - 1814 - 408 str.
...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. ( The watch strikes.) Oh ! half the hour is past : 'twill... | |
 | Charles Wentworth Dilke - 1816 - 412 str.
...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. (The watch strikes.) Oh! half the hour is past: 'twill... | |
 | 1821 - 404 str.
...not harbour me. You stars, that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. (The watch /strikes.) Oh ! half the hour is past : 'twill... | |
 | 1821 - 408 str.
...not harbour me. You stars, that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails...the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths ; But let my soul mount and ascend to heav'n. (The watch strikes.) Oh! half the hour is past: 'twill... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman - 1821 - 206 str.
...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud. ****** (The clock chimes the half hour.) Oh ! half the hour is past, 'twill all be past anon. — Oh... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman - 1821 - 228 str.
...not harbour me. Yon stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Into the entrails of yon labouring clond. ****** (The clock chimes the half honr.) Oh ! half the hour is past, 'twill all be past anon.... | |
 | Philomathic institution - 1824 - 522 str.
...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon lab'ring cloud. (The clock chimes the half hour.) Oh! half the hour is past, 'twill all be past anon.—... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 348 str.
...not harbour me. You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud; That when ye vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths; But let my soul mount and ascend... | |
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That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to Heaven. 
