In the final scene of Doctor Faustus, where there are only a few minutes left until midnight, when Beelzebub and Satan will come to take posession of Faustus and he is reeling about the stage in terror, Marlowe has him declaim this line:
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi
Run slowly, slowly, ye horses of the night!
Richard Burton did full justice to this in the film version of the play.
This line is composed almost entirely of spondees, the slowest of the metrical feet.
(IMHO, this scene is one of the greatest pieces of dramatic writing in the English, or any other, language. And the play is a masterpiece.)