He prepared to sign his name.

A moment's reflection made him hesitate.
'Hark!' cried the Tempter; 'They come! Be quick! Sign the Parchment, and I bear you from hence this moment.' In effect, the Archers were heard approaching, appointed to lead Ambrosio to the Stake.

The sound encouraged the Monk in his resolution.
'What is the import of this writing ?' said He.
'It makes your soul over to me for ever, and without reserve.' 'What am I to receive in exchange ?' 'My protection, and release from this dungeon.

Sign it, and this instant I bear you away.' Ambrosio took up the Pen; He set it to the Parchment.

Again his courage failed him: He felt a pang of terror at his heart, and once more threw the Pen upon the Table.
'Weak and Puerile!' cried the exasperated Fiend: 'Away with this folly! Sign the writing this instant, or I sacrifice you to my rage!' At this moment the bolt of the outward Door was drawn back.