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my miserable death be a warning to you all how you study that devilish art of conjuring; for if you once begin it, a thousand to one but it will lead you to the devil, whether I am this night to go whether I will or no." They bearing of this sad story, blamed him for concealing it so long, telling him if he had made them acquainted before, they thought it might have been prevented. He told them, he had a desire several times to have disclosed this intrigue; but the devil told him, that if he did, he would presently fetch him away: He also told them, he had a desire to join with the godly, and leave off that wicked course, but immediately the devil used to come and torment him, &c. "But now," saith Faustus, "It it is but in vain for me to talk of what I did intend, for I have sold myself to the devil, body and soul is his." No sooner had he spoke these words, but saddenly it fell a thundering and lightening, the like was never heard; whereupon Faustus went into the great hall, the doctors and masters staying in the next room, intending to hear his end. About twelve o'clock the house shook so terribly, that they thought it would have tumbled down upon their heads; and suddenly all the windows of the house were broken to pieces, as if all nature had been changed; so that they trembled
