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