confirmed it with
thy blood, persuade thyself that what thou dost in contempt of wedlock,
it is all to thy own delight. Therefore, Faustus, look well about thee,
and bethink thyself better, and I wish thee to change thy mind, for if
thou keep not what thou hast promised in thy writing, we will tear thee
in pieces like the dust under thy feet. Therefore, sweet Faustus, think
with what unquiet life, anger, strife, and debate thou shalt live in
when thou takest a wife. Therefore change thy mind."

Dr. Faustus was with these speeches in despair; and as all that have
forsaken the Lord can build upon no good foundation, so this wretched
doctor having forsook the rock, fell into despair with himself, fearing,
if he should motion matrimony any more, that the devil should tear him
in pieces. "For this time," quoth he to Mephistophiles, "I am not
minded to marry." "Then dost thou well," answered his spirit.

But within two hours after Faustus called again to his spirit, who came
in his old manner like a friar. Then Faustus said unto him, "I am not
able to resist or bridle my fancy; I must and will have a wife, and I
pray thee give thy consent to it." Suddenly upon these words came such a
whirlwind about the place that Faustus thought the whole house would
have come down; all the doors of the house flew off the hooks. After all
this his house was full of smoke, and the floor covered with ashes;
which, when Dr. Faustus perceived, he would have gone upstairs, and
flying up he was taken and thrown down into the hall, that he was not
able to stir hand nor foot; then round about him ran a monstrous circle
of fire, never standing still, that Faustus cried as he lay, and
thought there to have been burned. Then cried he out to his spirit
Mephistophiles for help, promising him he would live, for all this, as
he had vowed by his handwriting. Hereupon appeared unto him an ugly
devil, so dreadful and monstrous to behold, that Faustus durst not look
on him. The devil said, "What wouldst thou have, Faustus? How likest
thou thy wedding? What mind art thou in now?" Faustus answered, he had
forgot his promise, desiring of him pardon, and he would talk no more of
such things. "Thou art best so to do;" and so vanished from him.

After appeared unto him his friar Mephistophiles, with a bell in his
hand, and spake to Faustus: "It is no jesting with us; hold thou that
which thou hast vowed, and we will perform that which we have promised;
and more t