my sinful body unto the
devil, being by him deluded, yet thou in mercy may preserve my soul."

This they repeated to him, yet he could take no hold; but even as Cain,
he also said, that his sins were greater than God was able to forgive,
for all his thought was on the writing: he meant he had made it too
filthy in writing with his own blood.

The students and the others that were there, when they had prayed for
him, they wept, and so went forth. But Faustus tarried in the hall; and
when the gentlemen were laid in bed, none of them could sleep, for that
they attended to hear if they might be privy of his end.

It happened that between twelve and one o'clock of midnight, there blew
a mighty storm of wind against the house, as though it would have blown
the foundation thereof out of its place.

Hereupon the students began to fear, and go out of their beds, but they
would not stir out of the chamber, and the host of the house ran out of
doors, thinking the house would fall.

The students lay near unto the hall wherein Dr. Faustus lay, and they
heard a mighty noise and hissing, as if the hall had been full of snakes
and adders. With that the hall door flew open wherein Dr. Faustus was.
Then he began to cry for help, saying, "Murder, murder!" but it was with
a half voice, and very hollow. Shortly after they heard him no more.

But when it was day, the students, that had taken no rest that night,
arose and went into the hall in which they left Dr. Faustus, where
notwithstanding they found not Faustus, but all the hall sprinkled with
blood, the brains cleaving to the wall, for the devil had beaten him
from one wall against another. In one corner lay his eyes, in another
his teeth, a fearful and pitiful sight to behold.

Then began the students to wail and weep for him, and sought for his
body in many places. Lastly, they came into the yard, where they found
his body lying on the horse dung, most monstrously torn, and fearful to
behold, for his head and all his joints were dashed to pieces. The
forenamed students and masters that were at his death, obtained so much,
that they buried him in the village where he was so grievously
tormented.

After the which they turned to Wittenburg, and coming into the house of
Faustus they found the servant of Faustus very sad, unto whom they
opened all the matter, who took it exceedingly heavy. There they found
this history of Dr. Faustus noted, and of him written, as is before
declar