_How Doctor Faustus having but one month of his appointed time to come,
fell to mourning and sorrow 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 findeth himself guilty in conscience before the Judge have
given sentence, fearing every hour to die: for he was grieved, and
wailing spent the time, went talking to himself, wringing of his hands,
sobbing and sighing, he fell away from flesh, and was very lean, and
kept himself close: neither could he abide to see or hear of his
Mephostophiles any more.