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FAUSTUS. What might the staying of my blood portend? Is it unwilling I should write this bill?[84] MEPHIST. O, what will not I do to obtain his soul? [Writes.] FAUSTUS. So, now the blood begins to clear again; Chief lord and regent of perpetual night! Now will I make an end immediately. But what is this inscription[86] on mine arm? Write it in manner of a deed of gift. Why streams it not, that I may write afresh? Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a chafer of coals. FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL: ah, there it stay'd! I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood And let it be propitious for my wish. [Exit.] [Aside.] FAUSTUS. Consummatum est; this bill is ended, FAUSTUS. Ay, so I will [Writes]. But, Mephistophilis, MEPHIST. I'll fetch thee fire to dissolve it straight. Why shouldst thou not? is not thy soul shine own? View here the blood that trickles from mine arm, And Faustus hath bequeath'd his soul to Lucifer. My blood congeals, and I can write no more. Then write again, FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL. Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, MEPHIST. But, Faustus, thou must MEPHIST. Here's fire; come, Faustus, set it on.[85]

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