What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

Love me little, love me long.