From The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus Made into a Farce by William Mountfort

Faust. Now, Faustus, hast thou but one bear Hour to Live, And then thou must be Damn'd perpetually: Stand still you ever-moving Spheres of Heav'n, That Time may cease, and Mid-night never come. Or let this Hour be but a Year, a Month, a Week, a natural Day; that Faustus may repent, and save his Soul. Mountains and Hills come, come, and fall on me, and hide me from the heavy Wrath of Heav'n. Gape Earth; Oh no, it will not harbour me. [ (The Clock strikes.) Oh! half the Hour is past; 'twill all be past anon. Oh! if my Soul must suffer for my Sin, impose some end to my incessant Pain. Let Faustus live in Hell a Thousand Years, an Hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd. [Strikes Twelve. No End is limitted to damn'd Souls: It strikes, it strikes. Now, Body, turn to Air, to Earth, or Water. Oh! avoid the Fire: They come. Oh! mercy, Heaven; ugly Hell gape not. Come not Lucifer; O Mephostopholis. [ (Sink with Devils. Thunder.)

The Clock Strikes Eleven Monologue from The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus Made into a Farce

Rehearse The Clock Strikes Eleven's monologue