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FAUSTUS,—Alone.
Ye Gods, who rule all human destinies—
Have ye, and past recall, condemned the Romans?
And if 'tis fitting that they feel your anger,
Ought ye at least to arm 'gainst them a hand
So dear to me? Oh! can I not defend
Claudius, hate Catiline, nor cease meantime
In my respect tow'rds Sylla? But the day
Begins to dawn—oh! light of death! Just Heaven!
What, Claudius! Wherefore com'st thou here?
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