Now, Faustus, must

Thou needs be damned, and canst thou not be saved: What boots it then to think of God or Heaven?

Away with such vain fancies, and despair:

Despair in God, and trust in Belzebub;

Now go not backward: no, Faustus, be resolute:

Why waverst thou? O, something soundeth in mine

ears

Abjure this Magic, turn to God again!

Ay, and Faustus will turn to God again.

To God?—He loves thee not—

The God thou servst is thine own appetite,

Wherein is fixed the love of Belzebub;

To him I'll build an altar and a church,

And offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes.

Contrition, prayer, repentance! What of them?

Of wealth!

Why the Signiory of Embden shall be mine.

When Mephistophilis shall stand by me,

What God can hurt thee? Faustus, thou art safe:

Cast no more doubts. Come, Mephistophilis,

And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer;—

Is't not midnight? Come, Mephistophilis;

Veni, veni, Mephistophile I

Now tell me, what says Lucifer thy lord?

Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee.

Stay, Mephistophilis! and tell me what good

Will my soul do thy lord.

Is that the reason why he tempts us thus?

Meph. Solamen miseris socios habuisse dolons.

Why, have you any pain that tortures others?

Meph, As great as have the human souls of men.

But tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul?

And I will be thy slave, and wait on thee,

And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask.

Faust. Ay, Mephistophilis, I give it thee.

Ay, so I will. [Writes^ But, Mephistophilis,

My blood congeals, and I can write no more.

What might the staying of my blood portend?

Is it unwilling I should write this bill?

Why streams it not that I may write afresh?

Faustus gives to thee his soul. Ah, there it stayed.

Why should'st thou not? Is not thy soul thine own?

Then write again, Faustus gives to thee his soul.

Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a chafer of coals.

Meph. Here's fire. Come, Faustus, set it on.

So now the blood begins to clear again;

Now will I make an end immediately.

Speak, Mephistophilis, what means this show?

But may I raise up Spirits when I please?

Then there's enough for a thousand souls.

Here, Mephistophilis, receive this scroll,

A deed of gift of Body and of Soul:

But yet conditionally that thou perform

All articles prescribed between us both.

Then hear me read them: On these conditions following. First, that Faustus may be a Spirit in form and substance. Secondly, that Mephistophilis shall be his servant, and at his command. Thirdly, shall do for him and bring him whatsoever he desires.

Fourthly, that he shall be in his chamber or house invisible. Lastly, that he shall appear to the said John Faustus, at all times, and in what form or shape soever he pleases. I, John Faustus, of Wertenberg, Doctor, by these presents do give both body and soul to Lucifer, Prince of the East, and his minister, Mephistophilis; and furthermore grant unto them, that twenty-four years being expired, the articles above written inviolate, full power to fetch or carry the said John Faustus, body and soul, flesh, blood, or goods, into their habitation wheresoever. By me, JOHN FAUSTUS.

Ay, take it, and the Devil give thee good on't!

First will I question with thee about Hell.

Tell me where is the place that men call Hell?

Ay, but whereabout?

Come, I think Hell's a fable.

Why, think'st thou then that Faustus shall be damned?

Ay, and body too; but what of that?

Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine

That, after this life, there is any pain?'

Tush; these are trifles, and mere old wives' tales.

How! now in Hell?

Nay, an this be Hell, I'll willingly be damned here;

What? Ed. 1616 reads,—“What, sleeping, eating, walking, and disputing.” walking, disputing, &c.?

But, leaving off this, let me have a wife,

The fairest maid in Germany;

For I am wanton and lascivious,

And cannot live without a wife.

Here's a hot whore, indeed! No, I'll no wife.

Nay, sweet Mephistophilis, fetch me one, for I will have one.

A plague on her for a hot whore!

Thanks,

This will I keep as chary as my life.

Then begins a new scene —

Wag. Learned Faustus,

To know the secrets,” &c.)

which should come later.:— Mephistophilis yet fain would I have a book wherein I might behold all spells and incantations, that I might raise up spirits when I please.

Now would I have a book where I might see all characters and planets of the heavens, that I might know their motions and dispositions.

Nay, let me have one book more,—and then I have done,—wherein I might see all plants, herbs, and trees that grow upon the earth.

O, thou art deceived.