Enter LUCIFER, BELZEBUB, and MEPHISTOPHILIS.
LUCIFER. Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just: There's none but I have interest in the same.
FAUSTUS. O, what art thou that look'st so terribly?
LUCIFER. I am Lucifer, And this is my companion-prince in hell. FAUSTUS. O Faustus, they are come to fetch thy soul! BELZEBUB. We are come to tell thee thou dost injure us. LUCIFER. Thou call'st of Christ, contrary to thy promise. BELZEBUB. Thou shouldst not think on God.
LUCIFER. Think of the devil. BELZEBUB. And his dam too.
FAUSTUS. Nor will Faustus henceforth: pardon him for this, And Faustus vows never to look to heaven.
LUCIFER. So shalt thou shew thyself an obedient servant, And we will highly gratify thee for it.
BELZEBUB. Faustus, we are come from hell in person to shew thee some pastime: sit down, and thou shalt behold the Seven Deadly Sins appear to thee in their own proper shapes and likeness.
FAUSTUS. That sight will be as pleasant unto me, As Paradise was to Adam the first day Of his creation.
LUCIFER. Talk not of Paradise or creation; but mark the show.-- Go, Mephistophilis, and fetch them in.
MEPHISTOPHILIS brings in the SEVEN DEADLY SINS.
BELZEBUB. Now, Faustus, question them of their names and dispositions.
FAUSTUS. 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 every corner of a wench; sometimes, like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; next, like a necklace, I hang about her neck; then, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips; and then, turning myself to a wrought smock, do what I list. But, fie, what a smell is here! I'll not speak a word more for a king's ransom, unless the ground be perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras.
FAUSTUS. Thou art a proud knave, indeed.--What art thou, thesecond?
COVETOUSNESS. I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in a leather 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!
FAUSTUS. And what art thou, the third?
ENVY. I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper 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 shouldst see how fat I'd be. But must thou sit, and I stand? come down, with a vengeance!
FAUSTUS. 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 ever since have 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.
FAUSTUS. And what art thou, the fifth?
GLUTTONY. 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 bevers,--a small trifle to suffice nature. I come of a royal pedigree: my father was a Gammon of Bacon, my mother was a Hogshead of Claret-wine; my godfathers were these, Peter Pickled- herring and Martin Martlemas-beef; but my godmother, O, 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?
FAUSTUS. Not I.
GLUTTONY. Then the devil choke thee!
FAUSTUS. Choke 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.
FAUSTUS. And what are you, Mistress Minx, the seventh and last?
LECHERY. 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 namebegins with L.
LUCIFER. Away to hell, away!On, piper! [Exeunt the SINS.] FAUSTUS. O, how this sight doth delight my soul!
LUCIFER. Tut, Faustus, in hell is all manner of delight. FAUSTUS. O, might I see hell, and return again safe, How happy wereI then!
LUCIFER. Faustus, thou shalt; at midnight I will send for thee. Meanwhile peruse this book and view it throughly, And thou shalt turn thyself into what shape thou wilt.
FAUSTUS. Thanks, mighty Lucifer! This will I keep as chary as my life.
LUCIFER. Now, Faustus, farewell.
FAUSTUS. Farewell, great Lucifer. [Exeunt LUCIFER and BELZEBUB.]
Come, Mephistophilis. [Exeunt.] Enter ROBIN, with a book.
ROBIN. 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.
ROBIN. I walk the horses! I scorn't, faith: I have other matters in hand: let the horses walk themselves, an they will.-- [Reads.] A per se, a; t, h, e, the; o per se, o; Demy 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.
ROBIN. That thou shalt see presently: keep out of the circle, I say, lest I send you into the ostry with a vengeance.
DICK. That's like, faith! you had best leave your foolery; for, an my master come, he'll conjure you, faith.
ROBIN. My master conjure me! I'll tell thee what; an my master come here, I'll clap as fair a pair of horns on's head as e'er thou sawest in thy life.
DICK. Thou need'st not do that, for my mistress hath done it.
ROBIN. Ay, 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?
