Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

Blood Is The God Of War's Rich Livery.

Excess Of Wealth Is Cause Of Covetousness.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

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!