then, to think on God or heaven? Away with such vain fancies, and despair; Despair in God, and trust in Belzebub:      Now, go not backward, 43 Faustus; be resolute:      Why 44 waver'st thou? O, something soundeth in mine ear,      "Abjure this magic, turn to God again!"      Why, he loves thee not; The god thou serv'st is thine own appetite, Wherein is fix'd the love of Belzebub:      To him I'll build an altar and a church, And offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes. Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. EVIL ANGEL. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous 45 art. GOOD ANGEL. Sweet Faustus, leave that execrable art. FAUSTUS. Contrition, prayer, repentance—what of 46 these? GOOD ANGEL. O, they are means to bring thee unto heaven! EVIL ANGEL. Rather illusions, fruits of lunacy, That make men 47 foolish that do use them most. GOOD ANGEL. Sweet Faustus, think of heaven and heavenly things. EVIL ANGEL. No, Faustus; think of honour and of wealth.           [Exeunt ANGELS.]       FAUSTUS. Wealth! Why, the signiory of Embden shall be mine. When Mephistophilis shall stand by me, What power can hurt me? Faustus, thou art safe:      Cast no more doubts.—Mephistophilis, come, And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer;—      Is't not midnight?—come Mephistophilis, And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer;—      Is't not midnight?—come Mephistophilis, Veni, veni, Mephistophile! 48 Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS. Now tell me what saith Lucifer, thy lord? MEPHIST. That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives, So he will buy my service with his soul. FAUSTUS. Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee. MEPHIST. But now thou must bequeath it solemnly, And write a deed of gift with thine own blood; For that security craves Lucifer. If thou deny it, I must back to hell. FAUSTUS. Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? MEPHIST. Enlarge his kingdom. FAUSTUS. Is that the reason why he tempts us thus? MEPHIST. Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. FAUSTUS. Why, have you any pain that torture others? MEPHIST. 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. FAUSTUS. Ay, Mephistophilis, I'll give it thee. 49 MEPHIST. Then, Faustus, stab thine 50 arm courageously, And bind thy soul, that at some certain day Great Lucifer may claim it as his own; And 51 then be thou as great as Lucifer. FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, Faustus hath cut his arm, 

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