t Mephistophiles shall
fetch me away, then shall thy spirit be bound unto thee, if thou agree,
and thy spirit shalt thou name Aberecock, for so he is called. But
all this upon a condition, that you publish my cunning and my merry
conceits, with all that I have done (when I am dead) in an history, and
if thou canst not remember all, the spirit Aberecock will help thee; so
shall the acts that I have done be made manifest unto the world."

CHAPTER LVIII.

_How Dr. Faustus having but one Month of his appointed Time to come,
fell to Mourning and Sorrowing with himself for his devilish exercise._

Time ran away with Faustus, as the hour-glass; for he had but one month
to come of his twenty-four years, at the end whereof he had given
himself to the devil, body and soul, as is before specified. Here was
the first token, for he was like a taken murderer, or a thief, the
which finding himself guilty in conscience before the judge has given
sentence, fears every hour to die; for he was grieved, and in wailing
spent the time, went talking to himself, wringing of his hands, sobbing
and sighing. His flesh fell away, and he was very lean, and kept himself
close; neither could he abide, see, or hear of his Mephistophiles any
more.

CHAPTER LIX.

_How Dr. Faustus complained that he should in his lusty Time, and
youthful Years, die so miserably._

The sorrowful time drawing near, so troubled Dr. Faustus, that he began
to write his mind, to the end he might peruse it often and not forget
it, which was in manner as followeth:--"Ah! Faustus, thou sorrowful and
woeful man, now must thou go to the damnable company in unquenchable
fire, whereas thou mightest have had the joyful immortality of thy soul,
the which now thou hast lost! Ah! gross understanding and wilful will!
What seizeth upon thy limbs, other than robbing of my life? Bewail with
me, my sound and healthful body, will, and soul; bewail with me, my
senses, for you have had your part and pleasure as well as I. Oh! envy
and disdain! How have you crept both at once upon me, and now for your
sakes I must suffer all these torments! Ah! whither is pity and mercy
fled? Upon what occasion hath heaven repaid me with this reward, by
sufferance, to suffer me to perish? Wherefore was I created a man? The
punishment I see prepared for me of myself, now must I suffer. Ah!
miserable wretch! There is nothing in this world to show me comfort!
Then woe is me! What helpeth my wa