_Faustus_. Perhaps we are mistaken in each other, most enlightened sir. But it is mere waste of soap to attempt to wash a blackamoor white. (_He opened the door_, _and in stalked the Devil_.) Here is a gentleman who will lay before you a document, which I hope will give the cause of my friend a new aspect. When the Judge saw the richly-dressed Leviathan, he assumed a more friendly countenance, and asked them all to be seated. _Faustus_. We can settle the whole business standing. (_To the Devil_) Produce the document which we have found. The Devil counted out of his purse five hundred gold guilders; he then stopped and looked at the Judge. _Judge_. The document is by no means a bad one, gentlemen; but the adverse party has long ago given me one of equal weight. The Devil continued counting till he had told out a thousand; he then stopped. _Judge_. In truth, I had overlooked this circumstance. Such vouchers, however, are not to be withstood. He then gathered up the gold and secured it in his coffer. _Faustus_. I hope now that right and law will go together. _Judge_. Master Faustus, you understand the art of appeasing the bitterest enemies. Faustus, whom the servility of the Judge as much offended as his former rudeness, whispered to the Devil, in going away, "Do thou avenge justice on this wretch." Thereupon he left his friend, without waiting for his thanks, and went about with the Devil to discharge his debts. He then paid visits to his other friends, showered gold upon them by handfuls, even on those who had forsaken him in his adversity; and he felt happy in being able to give unbridled scope to his generosity and greatness of soul. The Devil, however, who saw deeper into things than Faustus, laughed within himself at the consequences. They now went to the hotel, Faustus, recollecting the conduct of his wife, once again fell into an exceedingly ill humour. He could not pardon her for having ceased to lament his departure the moment she had seen the gold and jewels. Till now he had imagined that she loved him more than all the treasures of the earth; but what he had just observed forced him to believe the contrary, and his affection for her was turned to bitterness. The Devil, who perceived where the shoe pinched, willingly allowed Faustus to torment himself with these gloomy thoughts, so that he might tear himself from that sweet tie by which nature still gently fettered him. He foresaw, with secret rapture, the dreadful anguish which would one day arise in the bosom of the headstrong Faustus, when the future should disclose to him all the horrors which he was now about to perpetrate.