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Meph. No, Faustus, they are but fables. Faust. Resolve me then this question. Why are not conjunctions, oppositions, aspects, eclipses, all at one time? but in some

years, we have more, some less.

Meph. Per inequalem motum respectu totius. Faust. Well, I am answer'd; now tell me who made the world?

Meph. I will not.

Faust. Sweet Mephostophilis, tell me.
Meph. Move me not, Faustus.

Faust. Villain, have not I bound thee to tell me any thing?

Meph. Aye, that is not against our kingdom; This is thou art damn'd; think thou of hell. Faust. Think, Faustus, upon God that made the world.

Meph. Remember this.

[Exit. Faust. Ah! go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell; "Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus' soul! Enter the two ANGELS.

Bad Ang. Too late.

Good Ang. Never too late if Faustus will repent. Bad Ang. If thou repent, devils will tear thee in pieces.

Good Ang. Repent, and they shall never raise thy skin. [Exeunt Ang. Faust. O Christ, my Saviour, my Saviour, Help to save distressed Faustus' soul!

Enter LUCIFER, BELZEBUB, and MEPHO

STOPHILIS.

Luci. Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just; There's none but I have interest in the same.

Faust. Oh! what art thou that look'st so ter

ribly?

Luci. I am Lucifer;

And this is my companion Prince in Hell. Faust..O, Faustus, they are come to fetch thee! Belz. We are come to tell thee thou dost injure us.

Luci. Thou call'st on Christ contrary to thy

promise.

Belz. Thou should'st not think on God.

Luci. Think on the devil.

Belz. And his dam too.

Faust. Nor will he* henceforth pardon him for this,

And Faustus vows never to look to heav'n.
Luci. So show thyself an obedient servant,
And we will highly gratify thee for it.

Belz. Faustus,

We are come from hell to show thee pastime : Sit, and thou shalt behold the deadly sins Appear to thee in their own proper shapes.

Faust. That sight will be as pleasant unto me As Paradise to Adam on creation.

Luci. Talk not of Paradise, but mark the show: Go, Mephostophilis, and fetch them in.

Enter the seven DEADLY SINS.

Belz. Now, Faustus, question them of their names and dispositions.

Faust. That shall I soon: what art thou, the first? Pride. I am Pride: I disdain to have any parents. I am like to Ovid's flea; I can creep into

* If any apology is necessary for the unusual freedom of my alterations here, I presume the corrupt state of the original amply furnishes me with it.

every corner of a wench; sometimes like a periwig I sit upon her brow; next like a necklace I hang about her neck; then like a fan of feathers I kiss her and then turning myself to a wrought smock do what I list. But fie, what a smell is here! I'll not speak another word for a king's ransom, unless the ground is perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras.

Faust. Thou art a proud knave indeed; what art thou, the second?

Covet. I am Covetousness: begotten of an old churl, in a leathern bag; and might I now obtain my wish, this house, you, and all should turn to gold, that I might lock you safe into my chest: O my sweet gold!

Faust. And what art thou, the third?

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Envy. I am Envy; begotten of a chimneysweeper and an oyster-wife: I cannot read, and therefore wish all books burned: I am lean with seeing others eat. O that there would come a famine over all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou 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 lept 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 you shall be my father.

Faust. And what art thou, the fifth?

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 Claret-wine; 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 choak thee.

Faust. Choak thyself, glutton. What art thou, the sixth?

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 stockfish; 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.

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.

* "Ostry," a corruption of hostelry.

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