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Spider-Faust, Spider-Faust...

cyberghostface leaks the script for the end of Spider-Man's Brand New Day.

PARKER. Ah, friends!
HARRY OSBORN. What ails Parker?
PARKER. Ah, my sweet chamber-fellow, had I lived with thee,
then had I lived still! but now I die eternally. Look, comes
he not? comes he not?
FLASH THOMPSON. What means Parker?
J. JONAH JAMESON. Belike he is grown into some sickness by being
HARRY OSBORN. If it be so, we'll have retcons to cure him.
--'Tis but a surfeit; never fear, man.
PARKER. A surfeit of deadly sin, that hath damned both body
and soul.
FLASH THOMPSON. Yet, Parker, look up to heaven; remember God's
mercies are infinite.
PARKER. But Parker's offence can ne'er be pardoned: the serpent
that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Parker. Ah, gentlemen,
hear me with patience, and tremble not at my speeches! Though
my heart pants and quivers to remember that I have been a hero
here these thirty years, O, would I had never macked with “Girls Gone Wild”,
never been a hip, single man again! and what wonders I have done, all New York can
witness, yea, all the world; for which Parker hath lost both
New York and the world, yea, heaven itself, heaven, the seat of
God, the throne of the blessed, the kingdom of joy; and must
remain in hell for ever, hell, ah, hell, for ever! Sweet friends,
what shall become of Parker, being in hell for ever?
J. JONAH JAMESON. Yet, Parker, call on God.
PARKER. On God, whom Parker hath abjured! on God, whom Parker
hath blasphemed! Ah, my God, I would weep! but Joe Quesada draws in
my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears! yea, life and soul!
O, he stays my tongue! I would lift up my hands; but see, they
hold them, they hold them!
ALL. Who, Parker?
PARKER. Quesada and Mephisto. Ah, gentlemen, I gave them
my soul for my cunning!
ALL. God forbid!
PARKER. God forbade it, indeed; but Parker hath done it: for
vain pleasure of a brand new day hath Parker lost eternal joy
and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood: the date
is expired; the time will come, and he will fetch me.
HARRY OSBORN. Why did not Parker tell us of this before,
that divines might have prayed for thee?
PARKER. Oft have I thought to have done so; but Quesada
threatened to tear me in pieces, if I named God, to fetch both
body and soul, if I once gave ear to divinity: and now 'tis too
late. Gentlemen, away, lest you perish with me.
FLASH THOMPSON. O, what shall we do to save Parker?
PARKER. Talk not of me, but save yourselves, and depart.
J. JONAH JAMESON. God will strengthen me; I will stay with Parker.
HARRY OSBORN. Tempt not God, sweet friend; but let us into the
next room, and there pray for him.
PARKER. Ay, pray for me, pray for me; and what noise soever
ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.
FLASH THOMPSON. Pray thou, and we will pray that God may have
mercy upon thee.
PARKER. Gentlemen, farewell: if I live till morning, I'll visit
you; if not, Parker is gone to hell.
ALL. Parker, farewell.
[Exeunt SUPPORTING CAST.--The clock strikes eleven.]

Ah, Parker,
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damn'd perpetually!
Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,
That time may cease, and midnight never come;
Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make
Perpetual day; or let this hour be but
A year, a month, a week, one more day,
That Parker may repent and save his soul!
O lente, lente currite, noctis equi!
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
The devil will come, and Parker must be damn'd.
O, I'll leap up to my God!--Who pulls me down?--
See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament!
One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ!--
Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ!
Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Quesada!--
Where is it now? 'tis gone: and see, where God
Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!
Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me,
And hide me from the heavy wrath of God!
No, no!
Then will I headlong run into the earth:
Earth, gape! O, no, it will not harbour me!
You stars that reign'd at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now draw up Parker, like a foggy mist.
Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud[s],
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!
[The clock strikes the half-hour.]
Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon
O God,
If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd me,
Impose some end to my incessant pain;
Let Parker live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd!
O, no end is limited to damned souls!
Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul?
Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true,
This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd
Unto some brutish beast! all beasts are happy,
For, when they die,
Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell.
Curs'd be the writers that engender'd me!
No, Parker, curse thyself, curse Quesada
That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.
[The clock strikes twelve.]
O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air,
Or Quesada will bear thee quick to hell!
[Thunder and lightning.]
O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops,
And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
[Enter DEVILS.]
My God, my god, look not so fierce on me!
Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while!
Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Quesada!
I'll burn my books!--Ah, Mephisto!
[Exeunt DEVILS with PARKER.]

Context can has wishful thinking.

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