beat her, and so vanished. Afterward followed a
furious bull, that with a full fierceness ran upon Faustus, but coming
near him vanished away. Afterward followed a great old ape; this ape
offered Faustus the hand, but he refused; so the ape ran out of the hall
again. Hereupon fell a mist in the hall, that Faustus saw no light, but
it lasted not; and so soon as it was gone, there lay before Faustus two
great sacks, one full of gold, another of silver.

Lastly, was heard by Faustus all manner of instruments of music, as
organs, clarigolds, lutes, viols, citterns, waits, hornpipes, flutes,
anomes, harps, and all manner of other instruments, which so ravished
his mind, that he thought he had been in another world, forgot both body
and soul, insomuch that he was minded never to change his opinion
concerning that which he had done.

Hereat came Mephistophiles into the hall to Faustus, in apparel like
unto a friar, to whom Faustus spake: "Thou hast done me a wonderful
pleasure in showing me this pastime; if thou continue as thou hast
begun, thou shalt win my heart and soul, yea, and have it."

Mephistophiles answered: "This is nothing; I will please thee better;
yea, that thou mayst know my power on all, ask what request thou wilt of
me, that shalt thou have, conditionally hold thy promise, and give me
thy handwriting." At which words the wretch thrust forth his hand,
saying, "Hold thee, there hast thou my promise."

Mephistophiles took the writing and willed Faustus to take a copy of it.
With that the perverse Faustus being resolute in his damnation, wrote a
copy thereof, and gave the devil the one, and kept in store the other.
Thus the spirit and Faustus were agreed, and dwelt together; no doubt
there was a virtuous house-keeping.

CHAPTER VIII.

_The manner how Faustus proceeded in this damnable Life, and of
the diligent Service that Mephistophiles used towards him._

Dr. Faustus having given his soul to the devil, renouncing all the
powers of heaven, confirming all his lamentable action with his own
blood, and having already delivered his writing now into the devil's
hand, the which so puffed up his heart, that he forgot the mind of a
man, and thought himself to be a spirit.

Thus Faustus dwelt at his uncle's house at Wittenburg, who died, and
bequeathed it in his testament to his cousin Faustus.

Faustus kept a boy with him, that was his scholar, an unhappy wag,
called Christopher Wagner, to whom this sp