Thunder and Lightning; Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Mephostopholis.
Luc. Thus from the infernal Dis do we ascend, bringing with us the Deed; the Time is come which makes it forfeit.
Enter Faustus, an old Man, and a Scholar.
Old M. Yet, Faustus, call on Heav'n.
Faust. Oh! 'tis too late; behold, they lock my Hands.
Old M. Who, Faustus?
Faust. Lucifer and Mephostopholis; I gave 'em my Soul for Four and twenty Years.
Old M. Heav'n forbid.
Fau. Ay, Heav'n forbad it indeed, but Faustus has done it; for the vain Pleasure of Four and twenty Years, Faustus has lost eternal Joy and Felicity: I writ 'em a Bill with my own Blood, the Date is expired; this is the Time, and they are come to fetch me.
Old M. Why would not Faustus tell me of that before?