_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.