should'st see how fat I'd be! But must thou sit, and I stand? come down with a vengeance.

FAUST. Out, envious wretch! But what art thou, the fourth?

WRATH. I am Wrath: I had neither father nor mother: I leapt out of a lion's mouth, when I was scarce an hour old; and I have ever since run up and down the world with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I could get none to fight withal: I was born in hell, and look to it, for some of

FAUST. And what art thou, the fifth?

you shall

GLUT. I am Gluttony: my parents are all dead, and the devil a penny they have left me, but a small pension; and that buys me thirty meals a day and ten beavers; a small trifle to suffice nature: I am of a royal pedigree; my father was a Gammon of Bacon, and my mother was a Hogshead of Claretwine; my godfathers were these, Peter Pickled-herring and Martin Martlemass-beef; but my godmother, oh! she was an ancient gentlewoman, her name was Margery March-beer. Now, Faustus,

thou hast heard all my progeny, wilt thou bid me to supper?

FAUST. Not I.

GLUT. The devil choke thee.

FAUST. Choke thyself, glutton.

the sixth?

What art thou,

SLOTH. Heigho! I am Sloth: I was begotten on a

sunny bank.

Heigho! I'll not speak a word more for a king's

ransom.

FAUST. And what art thou, Mistress Minx, the seventh, and last?

LETCH. Who, I, sir? I am one that loves an inch of raw mutton, better than an ell of fried stock fish; and the first letter of my name begins with Letchery.

LUCI. Away to hell, away! On piper.

[Exeunt the seven Sins. FAUST. Oh! how this sight doth delight my soul. LUCI. But, Faustus, in hell are all manner of delights.

FAUST. Oh! might I see hell, and return again safe; how happy were I then!

LUCI. Faustus, thou shalt:

At midnight I will send for thee: meanwhile
Peruse this book and view it thoroughly,

And thou shalt turn thyself into what shape thou wilt.

FAUST. Thanks, mighty Lucifer!

This will I keep as chary as my life.
LUCI. Now, Faustus, farewell.

FAUST. Farewell, great Lucifer.

Come, Mephostophilis.

[Exeunt several ways.

SCENE IV.

Enter the CLOWN.

CLOWN. What, Dick! look to the horses there till I come again; I have gotten one of Doctor

Faustus' conjuring books, and now we'll have such knavery as 't passes.

Enter DICK.

DICK. What, Robin! you must come away and walk the horses.

ROB. I walk the horses! I scorn i'faith; I have other matters in hand; let the horses walk themselves an they will. A per se a, t. h. e. the; o per se o deny orgon gorgon: keep further from me, O thou illiterate and unlearned hostler !

DICK. Snails! what hast thou got there? a book! why thou canst not tell ne'er a word on't.

ROB. That shalt thou see presently: keep out of the circle, I say, lest I send you into the ostry with a vengeance.

DICK. That's like i'faith! you had better leave your foolery, for an my master come, he'll conjure you i' faith.

ROB. My master conjure me! I'll tell thee what ; an my master come here, I'll clap a fair pair of horns on his head, as e'er thou sawest in thy life.

DICK. Thou need'st not do that, for my mistress hath done it.

ROB. Ah! there be of us here that have waded as deep into matters as other men, if they were disposed to talk.

DICK. A plague take you, I thought you did not sneak up and down after her for nothing. But, I prithee, tell me in good sadness, Robin, is that a conjuring book?

ROB. Do but speak what thou'lt have me to do, and I'll do't: if thou'lt dance naked, put off thy clothes, and I'll conjure thee about presently; or if thou❜lt go but to the tavern with me, I'll give thee white wine, red wine, claret wine, sack, muskadine, malmsey, and whippincrust; hold, belly, hold, and we'll not pay one penny for it.

DICK. O brave! Prithee let's to it presently, for I am as dry as a dog.

ROB. Come, then, let us away.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE THIRD.

Enter CHORus.

Learned Faustus, to find the secrets of astronomy,

Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament,
Did mount him up to scale Olympus' top;
Where sitting in a chariot burning bright,
Drawn by the strength of yoked dragons' necks,
He views the clouds, the planets, and the stars,
The tropic zones, and quarters of the sky,
From the bright circle of the horned moon,
Even to the height of Primum Mobile,
And whirling round of this circumference,
Within the concave compass of the pole.
From East to West his dragons swiftly glide,
And in eight days did bring him home again :
Not long he staid within his quiet house,
To rest his bones after this weary toil;

But new exploits do hale him out again:
And mounted then upon a dragon's back,
That with his wings did part the subtle air,
He now is gone to prove cosmography,
That measures coasts and kingdoms of the earth;
And as I guess will first arrive at Rome,
To see the Pope and manner of his court,
And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
The which this day is highly solemniz'd.

SCENE I.

[Exit.

Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHOSTOPHILIS.
FAUST. Having now, my good Mephostophilis,
Past with delight the stately town of Trier,
Environ'd round with airy mountain tops,
With walls of flint, and deep entrenched lakes,
Not to be won by any conquering Prince;
From Paris next, coasting the realm of France,
We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine,
Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines.
Then unto Naples; rich Campania,

Whose buildings fair, and gorgeous to the eye,
The streets straight forth, and paved with finest

brick:

There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb,
The way he cut an English mile in length,
Thorough a rock of stone in one night's space.
From thence to Venice, Padua, and the East;
In one of which a sumptuous temple stands,
That threats the stars with her aspiring top;