07 Dec




















Faustus hath cut his arm, and with his proper blood Great Lucifer may claim it as his own; FAUSTUS. Why, have you any pain that torture others? MEPHIST. Enlarge his kingdom. FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, View here this blood that trickles from mine arm, FAUSTUS. Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me, what good will my FAUSTUS. Is that the reason why he tempts us thus? soul do thy lord? And write a deed of gift with thine own blood; MEPHIST. Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. For that security craves Lucifer. Chief lord and regent of perpetual night! If thou deny it, I must back to hell. MEPHIST. As great as have the human souls of men. Assures his soul to be great Lucifer's, But, tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul? And [51] then be thou as great as Lucifer. MEPHIST. That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives, And give thee more than thou hast wit to ask. MEPHIST. But now thou must bequeath it solemnly, And bind thy soul, that at some certain day MEPHIST. Then, Faustus, stab thine [50] arm courageously, And I will be thy slave, and wait on thee, FAUSTUS. Ay, Mephistophilis, I'll give it thee. [49] So he will buy my service with his soul. FAUSTUS. Already Faustus hath hazarded that for thee.

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