being
come home, he laid him very pensive on his bed, bethinking himself of
the words of this old man, and in a manner began to repent that he had
given his soul to the devil, intending to deny all that he had promised
to Lucifer.

Continuing in these cogitations, suddenly his spirit appeared unto him,
clapping him upon the head, and wrung it as though he would have pulled
his head from his shoulders, saying unto him, "Thou knowest, Faustus,
that thou hast given thyself, body and soul, to my lord Lucifer, and
thou hast vowed thyself an enemy to God and to all men; and now thou
beginnest to hearken to an old doting fool, which persuadeth thee as it
were to good, when indeed it is too late, for thou art the devil's, and
he hath great power presently to fetch thee. Wherefore he hath sent me
unto thee to tell thee, that seeing thou hast sorrowed for that which
thou hast done, begin again, and write another writing with thine own
blood; if not, then will I tear thee in pieces."

Hereat Dr. Faustus was sore afraid, and said, "My Mephistophiles, I will
write again what thou wilt." Then presently he sat him down, and with
his own blood wrote as followeth: which writing was afterwards sent to a
dear friend of Faustus, being his kinsman.

CHAPTER XLIX.

_How Dr. Faustus wrote the second time with his own Blood, and gave it
to the Devil._

I, Dr. John Faustus, _do acknowledge by this my deed and handwriting,
that since my first writing, which is seventeen years past, I have right
willingly held, and have been an utter enemy to God and all men; the
which I once again confirm, and give fully and wholly myself unto the
devil, both body and soul, even unto great Lucifer, and that at the end
of seven years ensuing after the date hereof, he shall have to do with
me according as it pleaseth him, either to lengthen or shorten my life
as it pleaseth him; and hereupon I renounce all persuaders, that seek to
withdraw me from my purpose by the word of God, either ghostly or bodily;
and farther I will never give ear to any man, be he spiritual or
temporal, that moveth any matter for the salvation of my soul. Of all
this writing, and that therein contained, be witness my blood, which
with my own hands I have begun and ended. Dated at Wittenburg, the 25th
of July._

And presently upon the making of this writing, he became so great an
enemy to the poor old man, that he sought his life by all means
possible; but this good old man