Enter Mephostopholis.
Meph. Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have with me?
Faust. I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live,
And do what-ever Faustus shall command.
Meph. Ay Faustus, so I will, if thou wilt purchase me of Lucifer.
Faust. What says Lucifer, thy Lord?
Meph. That I shall Wait on Faustus whilst he Lives,
So thou wilt buy my Service with thy Blood.
Faust. Already Faustus has hazarded that for thee.
Meph. Ay, but thou must bequeath it solemnly,
And write a Deed of Gift with it;
For that Security craves Lucifer.
If thou deny it, I must back to Hell.
Bad Ang. But Faustus, if I shall have thy Soul,
I'll be thy Slave, and worship thy Commands,
And give thee more than thou hast Will of.
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.