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. FAUSTUS. Ay, Mephistophilis, I give it thee. MEPHIST. Then, Faustus,83 stab thine arm courageously, And bind thy soul, that at some certain day Great Lucifer may claim it as his own; And then be thou as great as Lucifer. FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night! View here the blood that trickles from mine arm, And let it be propitious for my wish. MEPHIST. But, Faustus, thou must Write it in manner of a deed of gift. FAUSTUS. Ay, so I will [Writes]. But, Mephistophilis, My blood congeals, and I can write no more. MEPHIST. I'll fetch thee fire to dissolve it straight.           [Exit.]       FAUSTUS. What might the staying of my blood portend? Is it unwilling I should write this bill?84 Why streams it not, that I may write afresh? FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL:  ah, there it stay'd! Why shouldst thou not? is not thy soul shine own? Then write again, FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL. Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a chafer of coals. MEPHIST. Here's fire; come, Faustus, set it on.85 FAUSTUS. So, now the blood begins to clear again; Now will I make an end immediately.           [Writes.]       MEPHIST. O, what will not I do to obtain his soul?           [Aside.]       FAUSTUS. Consummatum est; this bill is ended, And Faustus hath bequeath'd his soul to Lucifer. But what is this inscription86 on mine arm? Homo, fuge:  whither should I fly? If unto God, he'll throw me87 down to hell. My senses are deceiv'd; here's nothing writ:—      I see it plain; here in this place is writ, Homo, fuge:  yet shall not Faustus fly. MEPHIST. I'll fetch him somewhat to delight his mind.           [Aside, and then exit.]            Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with DEVILS, who give crowns and rich apparel to FAUSTUS, dance, and then depart. FAUSTUS. Speak, Mephistophilis, what means this show? MEPHIST. Nothing, Faustus, but to delight thy mind withal, And to shew thee what magic can perform. FAUSTUS. But may I raise up spirits when I please? MEPHIST. Ay, Faustus, and do greater things than these. FAUSTUS. 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 prescrib'd between us both. MEPHIST. Faustus, I swear by hell and 

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