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Now will I make an [55] end immediately. MEPHIST. I'll fetch thee fire to dissolve it straight. [Writes.] FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL: O, there it stay'd! [Aside.] My blood congeals, and I can write no more. But what is this inscription on mine arm? FAUSTUS. So, now the blood begins to clear again; MEPHIST. But, Faustus, FAUSTUS. Consummatum est; this bill is ended, My senses are deceiv'd; here's nothing writ:-- Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with the chafer of fire. Then write again, FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL. [54] MEPHIST. See, Faustus, here is fire; set it on. Why shouldst thou not? is not thy soul thine own? MEPHIST. What will not I do to obtain his soul? Write it in manner of a deed of gift. If unto God, [57] he'll throw me down to hell. O, yes, I see it plain; even here is writ, Homo, fuge: whither should [56] I fly? FAUSTUS. [Writing] Ay, so I do. But, Mephistophilis, Why streams it not, that I may write afresh? And let it be propitious for my [52] wish. And Faustus hath bequeath'd his soul to Lucifer. FAUSTUS. What might the staying of my blood portend? [Exit.] Is it [53] unwilling I should write this bill?