FAUSTUS.Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell!'Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus' soul.Is't not too late?
EVIL ANGEL.Too late.
GOOD ANGEL.Never too late, if Faustus can repent.
EVIL ANGEL.If thou repent, devils shall tear thee in pieces.
GOOD ANGEL.Repent, and they shall never raze thy skin. [Exeunt ANGELS.]
FAUSTUS.Ah, Christ, my Saviour,Seek to save distressed Faustus' soul!
LUCIFER.Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just:There's none but I have interest in the same.
FAUSTUS.O, who art thou that look'st so terrible?
LUCIFER.I am Lucifer,And this is my companion-prince in hell.
FAUSTUS.O, Faustus, they are come to fetch away thy soul!
LUCIFER.We come to tell thee thou dost injure us;Thou talk'st of Christ, contrary to thy promise:Thou shouldst not think of God: think of the devil,And of his dam too.
FAUSTUS.Nor will I henceforth: pardon me in this,And Faustus vows never to look to heaven,Never to name God, or to pray to him,To burn his Scriptures, slay his ministers,And make my spirits pull his churches down.
LUCIFER.Do so, and we will highly gratify thee. Faustus, we arecome from hell to shew thee some pastime: sit down, and thoushalt see all the Seven Deadly Sins appear in their proper shapes.
FAUSTUS.That sight will be as pleasing unto me,As Paradise was to Adam, the first dayOf his creation.
LUCIFER.Talk not of Paradise nor creation; but mark this show:talk of the devil, and nothing else. — Come away!
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the first?
PRIDE.I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like toOvid's flea; I can creep into every corner of a wench; sometimes,like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; or, like a fan of feathers,I kiss her lips; indeed, I do — what do I not? But, fie, what ascent is here! I'll not speak another word, except the groundwere perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras.
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the second?
COVETOUSNESS.I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in anold leathern bag: and, might I have my wish, I would desire thatthis house and all the people in it were turned to gold, that Imight lock you up in my good chest: O, my sweet gold!
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the third?
WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leapt outof a lion's mouth when I was scarce half-an-hour old; and eversince I have run up and down the world with this caseof rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal.I was born in hell; and look to it, for some of you shall bemy father.
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the fourth?
ENVY. I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife.I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt. I am leanwith seeing others eat. O, that there would come a famine throughall the world, that all might die, and I live alone! then thoushouldst see how fat I would be. But must thou sit, and I stand?come down, with a vengeance!
FAUSTUS.Away, envious rascal! — What art thou, the fifth?
GLUTTONY. Who I, sir? I am Gluttony. My parents are all dead,and the devil a penny they have left me, but a bare pension, andthat is thirty meals a-day and ten bevers, — a small trifleto suffice nature. O, I come of a royal parentage! my grandfatherwas a Gammon of Bacon, my grandmother a Hogshead of Claret-wine;my godfathers were these, Peter Pickle-herring and MartinMartlemas-beef; O, but my godmother, she was a jolly gentlewoman,and well-beloved in every good town and city; her name was MistressMargery March-beer. Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my progeny;wilt thou bid me to supper?
FAUSTUS.No, I'll see thee hanged: thou wilt eat up all my victuals.
FAUSTUS.Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell!'Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus' soul.Is't not too late?
EVIL ANGEL.Too late.
GOOD ANGEL.Never too late, if Faustus can repent.
EVIL ANGEL.If thou repent, devils shall tear thee in pieces.
GOOD ANGEL.Repent, and they shall never raze thy skin. [Exeunt ANGELS.]
FAUSTUS.Ah, Christ, my Saviour,Seek to save distressed Faustus' soul!
LUCIFER.Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just:There's none but I have interest in the same.
FAUSTUS.O, who art thou that look'st so terrible?
LUCIFER.I am Lucifer,And this is my companion-prince in hell.
FAUSTUS.O, Faustus, they are come to fetch away thy soul!
LUCIFER.We come to tell thee thou dost injure us;Thou talk'st of Christ, contrary to thy promise:Thou shouldst not think of God: think of the devil,And of his dam too.
FAUSTUS.Nor will I henceforth: pardon me in this,And Faustus vows never to look to heaven,Never to name God, or to pray to him,To burn his Scriptures, slay his ministers,And make my spirits pull his churches down.
LUCIFER.Do so, and we will highly gratify thee. Faustus, we arecome from hell to shew thee some pastime: sit down, and thoushalt see all the Seven Deadly Sins appear in their proper shapes.
FAUSTUS.That sight will be as pleasing unto me,As Paradise was to Adam, the first dayOf his creation.
LUCIFER.Talk not of Paradise nor creation; but mark this show:talk of the devil, and nothing else. — Come away!
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the first?
PRIDE.I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like toOvid's flea; I can creep into every corner of a wench; sometimes,like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; or, like a fan of feathers,I kiss her lips; indeed, I do — what do I not? But, fie, what ascent is here! I'll not speak another word, except the 
groundwere perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras.
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the second?
COVETOUSNESS.I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in anold leathern bag: and, might I have my wish, I would desire thatthis house and all the people in it were turned to gold, that Imight lock you up in my good chest: O, my sweet gold!
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the third?
WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leapt outof a lion's mouth when I was scarce half-an-hour old; and eversince I have run up and down the world with this caseof rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal.I was born in hell; and look to it, for some of you shall bemy father.
FAUSTUS.What art thou, the fourth?
ENVY. I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife.I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt. I am leanwith seeing others eat. O, that there would come a famine throughall the world, that all might die, and I live alone! then thoushouldst see how fat I would be. But must thou sit, and I stand?come down, with a vengeance!
FAUSTUS.Away, envious rascal! — What art thou, the fifth?
GLUTTONY. Who I, sir? I am Gluttony. My parents are all dead,and the devil a penny they have left me, but a bare pension, andthat is thirty meals a-day and ten bevers, — a small trifleto suffice nature. O, I come of a royal parentage! my grandfatherwas a Gammon of Bacon, my grandmother a Hogshead of Claret-wine;my godfathers were these, Peter Pickle-herring and MartinMartlemas-beef; O, but my godmother, she was a jolly gentlewoman,and well-beloved in every good town and city; her name was MistressMargery March-beer. Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my progeny;wilt thou bid me to supper?
FAUSTUS.No, I'll see thee hanged: thou wilt eat up all my victuals.