Conscience wants as much sweeping as a Cook's Chimny. And I have as many Sins to answer for as a Church-warden, or an Overseer of the Poor.

Faust. Why, the Devil loves Sinners at his Heart.

Scar. Does he so?

Faust. He hates none, but the Vertuous, and the Godly. Such as Fast, and go to Church, and give Alms-deeds.

Scar. I never saw a Church in my Life, thank God, (I mean the Devil;) and for Fasting, it was always my Abomination; and for Alms, I never gave any Thing in my Life, but the Itch once to a Pawn-broker. Therefore I hope he may Love me.

Faust. And he shall Love thee; I'll bring thee acquainted with him.

Scar. Acquainted with the Devil?

Faust. Ay; Tanto metropontis Acherontis.

Scar. Oh, oh, oh.

Faust. Fear nothing Mephostopholis, be visible.

[Scaramouche sinks behind the Doctor, and peeps his Head out behind the Slip of his Gown. A Devil rises in Thunder and Lightning.

I charge thee to be gon, and change thy Shape; thou art too ugly to attend on me. I find there's Virtue in my Charm; Come, rise up, Fool, the Devil's gon.

[The Devil sinks.

Scar. The Devil go with him.

Faust. Fear nothing, I command the Devil. If thou wilt leave thy Chimny-sweeping Trade, and live with me, thou shalt have Meat and Drink in Plenty; and 40 Crowns a Year shall be thy Wages; I'll make thee Learned in the black Art.

Scar. I am a Student in that already: But let me consider, Good Meat and Drink, and 40 Crowns a Year. Then I'll change my black Art for yours.

Faust. There's Earnest, thou art now my Servant; dispose of thy Brooms and Poles, they'll be useless to thee here; take this Key, go into my Study, and clean; take all the Books you find scatter'd about, and range 'em orderly upon the Shelves.

Scar. Happy Scaramouche, now may'st thou Swear, Lye, Steal, Drink and Whore; for thy Master is the Devil's Master, and thou in time may'st master 'em both.

[Exit Scaram.

Enter Mephostopholis.

Meph. Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have with me?

Faust. I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live,
And do what-ever Faustus shall command.

Meph. Ay Faustus, so I will, if thou wilt purchase me of Lucifer.

Faust. What says Lucifer, thy Lord?

Meph. That I shall Wait on Faustus whilst he Lives,
So thou wilt buy my Service with thy Blood.

Faust. Already Faustus has hazarded that for thee.

Meph. Ay, but thou must bequeath it solemnly,
And write a Deed of Gift with it;
For that Security craves Lucifer.
If thou deny it, I must back to Hell.

Bad Ang. But Faustus, if I shall have thy Soul,
I'll be thy Slave, and worship thy Commands,
And give thee more than thou hast Will of.

Faust. If he wilt spare me Four and twenty Years,
Letting me Live in all Voluptuousness,
To have thee ever to attend on me,
To give me whatsoever I shall ask,
And tell me whatsoever I demand;
On these Conditions I resign it to him.

Meph. Then, Faustus stab thy Arm couragiously,
And bind thy Soul, that at some certain Day
Great Lucifer may claim it as his own;
And then be thou as Great as Lucifer.

Faust. Lo, Mephostopholis, for Love of thee, Faustus has cut
His Arm, and with his proper Blood
Assures his Soul to be great Lucifers.

Meph. But, Faustus, write it in manner of a Deed, and Gift.

Faust. Ay, so I do; but, Mephostopholis, my Blood congeals, and I can write no more.

Meph. I'll fetch thee Fire to dissolve it streight. [Exit.

Faust. What might the staying of my Blood portend,
It is unwilling I should write this Bill.

Good and Bad Angel descend.

Good An. Yet, Faustus, think upon thy precious Soul.

Bad An. No, Faustus, think of Honour, and of Wealth.

Faust. Of Wealth. Why all the Indies, Ganges, shall be mine.

Good An. No, Faustus, everlasting Tortures shall be thine.

Bad An. No, Faustus, everlasting Glory shall be thine.
The World shall raise a Statue of thy Name,
And on it write, This, this is he that could command the
World. [Good Angel ascends, bad Angel descends.

Faust. Command the World; Ay, Faustus, think on that,
Why streams not then my Blood that I may write?
Faustus gives to thee his Soul; Oh! there it stops. Why
shouldst thou not? Is not thy Soul thy own?

Enter Mephostopholis with a Chafer of Fire.

Meph. See, Faustus, here is Fire, set it on.

Faust. So now the Blood begins to clear again.

Meph. What is't I would not do to obtain his Soul?

Faust. Consummatum est; the Bill is ended.
But what is this Inscription on my Arm?
Homo fuge: Whether shall I fly?
My Senses are deceiv'd, here's nothing writ;
O yes, I see it plain, even here is writ
Homo fuge; yet shall not Faustus fly,
I'll call up something to delight his Mind.

[Song. Mephostopholis waves his Wand. Enter several Devils, who present Crowns to Faustus, and after a Dance vanish.

Faust. What means this then?

Meph. 'Tis to delight thy Mind, and let thee see
What Magick can perform.

Faust. And may I raise such Spirits when I please.

Meph. Ay, Faustus, and do greater Things than these.

Faust. Then, Mephostopholis receive this Deed of Gift;
But set Conditionally, that thou perform all
Covenants and Articles herein subscribed.

Meph. I swear by Hell, and Lucifer, to effect all
Promises between us both.

Faust. Then take it.

Meph. Do you deliver it as your Deed, and Gift?

Faust. Ay, and the Devil do you good on't.

Meph. So, now, Faustus, ask what thou wilt.

Faust. Then let me have a Wife.

Faustus waves his Wand, and a Woman Devil rises: Fire-works about whirles round, and sinks.

Faust. What sight is this?

Meph. Now, Faustus wilt thou have a Wife?

Faust. Here's a hot Whore indeed, I'll have no Wife.

Meph. Marriage is but a Ceremonial Toy;
I'll cull thee out the fairest Curtezans,
And bring 'em every Morning to thy Bed:
She whom thy Eye shall like, thy Heart shall have.

Faust. Then, Mephostopholis, let me behold the Famous Hellen, who was the Occasion of great Troys' Destruction.

Meph. Faustus, thou shalt. [Waves his Wand, enters.

Faust. O Mephostopholis! what would I give to gain a Kiss from off those lovely Lips.

Meph. Faustus, thou may'st. [He kisses her.

Faust. My Soul is fled; come Hellen, come, give me my Soul again; she's gon. [He goes to kiss her again, and she sinks.

Meph. Women are shy you know at the first Sight; but come, Faustus, command me somewhat else.

Faust. Then tell me, is Hell so terrible as Church-men write it.

Meph. No, Faustus 'tis Glorious as the upper World; but that we have Night and Day, as you have here: Above there's no Night.

Faust.