_Fau._ Nor will I henceforth pardon him for this, And _Faustus_ Vows never to look to Heav"n.
_Beel._ So shalt thou shew thy self a faithful Servant, And we will highly gratify thee for it.
_Fau._ Those Words delight my Soul.
_Luc._ _Faustus_, we are come in Person to shew thee Pa.s.stime; sit down, and thou shalt behold the Seven Deadly Sins in their own proper Shapes and Likeness.
_Fau._ That Sight will be as pleasant to my Eye, as Paradise to _Adam_ the first Day of his Creation.
_Beel._ Talk not of Paradise, but mind the Show. Go, _Mephostopholis_, and fetch "em in; and, _Faustus_, question "em their Names. _Enter Pride._
_Fau._ What art thou?
_Prid._ I am _Pride_; I was begot by Disdain and Affectation. I always took the Wall of my Betters; had ever the first Cut, or else would not eat: I scorn"d all Advice, never thought any one handsom but my self; had the best Pue in the Church, though a Tradesman"s Wife; and at last dyed of the Spleen, for want of a Coach and Six Horses. Why is not thy Room perfum"d, and spread with Cloth of _Tissue_? What must you sit, and I stand? Rise up Brute.
_Fau._ Go, thou art a proud s.l.u.t indeed. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Covetousness.
Now what art thou the Second.
_Cov._ I am _Covetousness_; I was begot by a close Fist, and a griping Heart, in a Usurer"s Chest. I never eat, to save Charges: This Coat has cover"d me for Fourscore Winters: This Beard has seen as many more. I never slept in my Life, but always watch"d my Gold.
_Fau._ What wert thou on Earth?
_Cov._ I was first an Exciseman, and cheated the King and Country; then I was a Baker, and from every Neighbor"s Loaf I stole Two Pound, and swore "twas shrunk in the Oven. I was a Vintner, and by bribing of Quest-men had leave to sell in Pint Bottles for Quarts: At last I was a Horse-courser, made _Smithfield_ too hot to hold me, and rid Post to the Devil? Give me some Gold, Father? [_Exit._
_Enter_ Envy.
_Fau._ What art thou the Third?
_Env._ I am _Envy_; begot by a Chimny-sweeper upon an Oyster-wench. I cannot read, and wish all Books burnt. I always curst the Government that I was not prefer"d; and was a Male-content in Three Kings Reigns. I am Lean with seeing others Eat; and I wish the Devil would make a Sponge of thy Heart, to wipe out the Score of my Sins.
_Enter_ Wrath.
_Fau._ Out, Envious Wretch. What art thou the Fourth?
_Wra._ I am _Wrath_; I had neither Father nor Mother, but leap"d out of a Lion"s Mouth when I was scarce an Hour old. I always abhor"d the Art of Patience, and curst all Fisher-men. I beat my Wife for my Pleasure; curst Heav"n in my Pa.s.sion, "cause it gave me no Fortune, and was hang"d for a Rape on a _Scotch_ Pedlar. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Gluttony.
_Fau._ What art thou the Fifth?
_Glut._ I am _Gluttony_; begot by a Plow-man on a Washer-woman, who devour"d a _Chedder_ Cheese in two Hours. I am of a Royal Pedigree: My Grand-father was a Sur-loin of Beef, and my Mother a Gammon of Bacon: My Sisters were Sows, which supply"d me with Pork: My Brothers were Calves, which afforded me Veal: My G.o.d-fathers were _Peter_ Pickled-Herring, and _Michael_ Milk-Porredg: My G.o.d-mothers were _Susan_ Salt-b.u.t.ter, and _Margery_ Sous"d-Hog"s-Face. Now, _Faustus_, thou hast heard my Pedigree, wilt thou invite me to Supper?
_Fau._ Not I.
_Glut._ Then the Devil choak thee.
_Enter_ Sloth.
_Fau._ What art thou the Sixth?
_Slo._ Hey ho! I am _Sloth_; I was begotten at Church by a sleepy Judg on a Costermonger"s Wife, in the middle of a long Sermon. I am as Lazy as a Fishmonger in the Dog-days, or a Parson in _Lent_: I would not speak another Word for a King"s Ransom.
_Enter_ Leachery.
_Fau._ And what are you, Mr. _Minks_, the Seventh and last?
_Leach._ I am one that love an Inch of Raw Mutton better than an Ell of Fry"d Stock-fish, and the first Letter of my Name begins with _Leachery_. [_Exit._
_Fau._ This Sight delights my Soul.
_Luc._ _Faustus_ in h.e.l.l are all manner of Delights.
_Fau._ O might I see h.e.l.l once, and return safe.
_Luc.__ Faustus_, thou shalt; give me thy hand. Hence let"s descend, and we will _Faustus_ show The mighty Pleasures in the World below.
[_Vanishes._
SCENE _Changes_.
_Enter_ Harlequin, _and_ Scaramouche _in the Doctor"s Gown; a Wand, and a Circle_.
_Scar._ So, now am I in my _Pontificalibus_: Now can I shew my Black Art; for I have found that heavenly Book which _Faustus_ used to raise the Dead in: Come, stand within this Circle.
_Har._ "Tis time to Conjure, for I am almost famish"d. We have fasted like Priests for a Miracle.
_Scar._ I"ll make thee amends presently; I"ll conjure up a Spirit, ask what thou wilt thou shalt have it.
_Har._ Let me alone for asking.
_Scar._ Be very earnest with him, and intreat mightily.
_Har._ I"ll intreat Earnestly.
_Scar._ Silence. _Sint mihi Dii Acherontis propitii n.o.bis Diccatus Mephostopholis, &c._
Mephostopholis _rises_.
_Meph._ How am I tortur"d by these Villains Charms?
From _Constantinople_ have they brought me now, Only for Measure of these idle Slaves? What Would you with _Mephostopholis_?
_Scar._ Wee"d know how Dr. _Faustus_ does.
_Meph._ Well.