Doctor Faustus: [speaking about Helen of Troy] Was this the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Illium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!

[Mephistopheles has come to Faustus' study]

Doctor Faustus: Where are you damned?

Mephistopheles: In hell.

Doctor Faustus: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell?

Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. / Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God / And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, / Am not tormented with ten thousand hells / In being deprived of everlasting bliss?