把这一句，留给此刻的你
You stars that reigned 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 you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven.
你作我的诞生的恒星,其影响力已经分配的死亡和地狱,现在草拟浮士德像朦胧的雾,到你的内脏劳动云,当你向空中吐出来,我的四肢可以从你的烟雾缭绕的嘴,使我的灵魂,但提升到天堂。