Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul

For disobedience to my sovereign Lord;

Revolt, or I'll in piecemeal tear thy flesh.

Do it then quickly, with unfeigned heart, Lest greater danger do attend thy drift

[FAUSTUS stabs his arm and writes with his blood on a paper.

His faith is great: I cannot touch his soul;

But what I may afflict his body with

I will attempt, which is but little worth.

Faustus, this or what else thou shalt desire Shalt be performed in twinkling of an eye.