_Faust._ If he wilt spare me Four and twenty Years, Letting me Live in all Voluptuousness, To have thee ever to attend on me, To give me whatsoever I shall ask, And tell me whatsoever I demand; On these Conditions I resign it to him. _Meph._ Then, _Faustus_ stab thy Arm couragiously, 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_. _Faust._ Lo, _Mephostopholis_, for Love of thee, _Faustus_ has cut His Arm, and with his proper Blood Assures his Soul to be great _Lucifers_. _Meph._ But, _Faustus_, write it in manner of a Deed, and Gift. _Faust._ Ay, so I do; but, _Mephostopholis_, my Blood congeals, and I can write no more. _Meph._ I'll fetch thee Fire to dissolve it streight. [_Exit._ _Faust._ What might the staying of my Blood portend, It is unwilling I should write this Bill. _Good and Bad Angel descend._ _Good An._ Yet, _Faustus_, think upon thy precious Soul. _Bad An._ No, _Faustus_, think of Honour, and of Wealth. _Faust._ Of Wealth. Why all the _Indies_, _Ganges_, shall be mine. _Good An._ No, _Faustus_, everlasting Tortures shall be thine. _Bad An._ No, _Faustus_, everlasting Glory shall be thine. The World shall raise a Statue of thy Name, And on it write, This, this is he that could command the World. [_Good Angel ascends, bad Angel descends._ _Faust._ Command the World; Ay, _Faustus_, think on that, Why streams not then my Blood that I may write? _Faustus_ gives to thee his Soul; Oh! there it stops. Why shouldst thou not? Is not thy Soul thy own? _Enter_ Mephostopholis _with a Chafer of Fire_. _Meph._ See, _Faustus_, here is Fire, set it on. _Faust._ So now the Blood begins to clear again. _Meph._ What is't I would not do to obtain his Soul? _Faust._ _Consummatum est_; the Bill is ended. But what is this Inscription on my Arm? _Homo fuge_: Whether shall I fly? My Senses are deceiv'd, here's nothing writ; O yes, I see it plain, even here is writ _Homo fuge_; yet shall not _Faustus_ fly, I'll call up something to delight his Mind. [_Song._ Mephostopholis _waves his Wand_. _Enter several Devils, who present Crowns to_ Faustus, _and after a Dance vanish_. _Faust._ What means this then? _Meph._ 'Tis to delight thy Mind, and let thee see What Magick can perform. _Faust._ And may I raise such Spirits when I please. _Meph._ Ay, _Faustus_, and do greater Things than these. _Faust._ Then, _Mephostopholis_ receive this Deed of Gift; But set Conditionally, that thou perform all Covenants and Articles herein subscribed. _Meph._ I swear by Hell, and _Lucifer_, to effect all Promises between us both. _Faust._ Then take it. _Meph._ Do you deliver it as your Deed, and Gift? _Faust._ Ay, and the Devil do you good on't. _Meph._ So, now, _Faustus_, ask what thou wilt.