tor Faustus began to practise his devilish Art, and how he
conjured the Devil, making him to appear, and meet him on the
morrow-morning at his own House._

You have heard before that all Faustus's mind was to study the arts of
necromancy and conjuration, the which exercise he followed day and
night, and taking to him the wings of an eagle thought to fly over the
whole world, and to know the secrets of heaven and earth, for his
speculation was so wonderful, being expert in using his vocabula,
figures, characters, conjuration, and other ceremonial actions, that in
all haste he put in practice to bring the devil before him, and taking
his way to a thick wood near to Wittenburg, called in the German tongue,
Spisser Holt, that is in English, the Spisser's Wood, as Faustus would
oftentimes boast of it among the crew, being in jollity, he came into
the wood one evening into the cross-way, where he made with a wand a
circle in the dust, and within that many more circles and characters;
and thus he past away the time until it was nine or ten of the clock in
the night, then began Dr. Faustus to call on Mephistophiles the Spirit,
and to charge him in the name of Belzebub, to appear there presently,
without any long stay.

Then presently the devil began so great a rumour in the wood, as if
heaven and earth would have come together, with wind, and the trees
bowed their tops to the ground, then fell the devil to roar, as if the
whole wood had been full of lions, and suddenly about the circle run
the devil, as if a thousand waggons had been running together on
paved-stones. After this, at the four corners of the wood it thundered
horribly, with such lightning, as the whole world to his seeming had
been on fire. Faustus all this while, half amazed at the devil's so long
tarrying, and doubting whether he were best to abide any more such
horrible conjurings, thought to leave his circle, and depart, whereupon
the devil made him such music of all sorts, as if the nymphs themselves
had been in place: whereat Faustus revived, and stood stoutly in his
circle, expecting his purpose, and began again to conjure the spirit
Mephistophiles in the name of the Prince of Devils, to appear in his
likeness: whereat suddenly, over his head hung hovering in the air a
mighty dragon; then calls Faustus again after his devilish manner, at
which there was a monstrous cry in the wood, as if hell had been open,
and all the tormented souls cursing their condi