Faustus was laughing at all this, when suddenly a beautiful female looked down upon him from a window, and cried, in sweet amazement: "Holy Catherine! what a noble head! what soft and angelic pensiveness in the eyes! what a sweet and lovely physiognomy!" These melodious words sunk into the heart of Faustus. He looked up to the window: her eyes met his for a moment ere she drew herself back. Faustus whispered to the Devil: "I will not quit this town till I have possessed that maiden: what voluptuousness beams in her eyes!" They had scarcely entered a side street, when one of the physiognomists came up and asked them very civilly for "the physiognomy of their writing," assuring them that no stranger had hitherto refused him this favour, and he hoped and trusted that they would not. He thereupon pulled out his album, and offered it to Faustus, at the same time producing pen and ink. _Faustus_. Not so fast, my friend; one good turn deserves another. Tell me, first, who the maiden is that I this moment saw at the window of yonder house, and whose countenance is so celestial. _Physiognomist_. Ah! she is an angel in every sense of the word. Our illustrious master has often assured us, that her eyes are the very mirrors of chastity, her lovely mouth only formed to express the inspiration of a heart filled with heavenly ideas; that her brow is the polished shield of virtue, against which all temptations, all earthly sin, will be shivered; that her nose snuffs the odours of the fields of bliss; and that she is the most perfect cast of ideal beauty ever yet permitted to appear in the world. _Faustus_. Truly, you have depicted her to me with more than earthly colours; and now tell me her situation in life, and her name. _Physiognomist_. She is the daughter of a physician; but her father and mother being lately dead, she lives by herself on her own property. Her name is Angelica. They then wrote some nonsensical lines in his album, and the physiognomist departed, delighted with his treasure. _Faustus_. Now tell me, Devil, how this child of grace is to be come at. I am just inclined to see this monk's ideal beauty. _Devil_. By the high road to the human heart you will certainly meet her; for sooner or later all must fall in with it, however far their fancies may have caused them to stray from it. _Faustus_. What a delightful enjoyment it would be to fill so exalted an imagination as hers with images of pleasure! _Devil_. The monk has already had the start of you, and has so sharpened her feelings, and filled her little soul with so much vanity and self-conceit, and made her piety so carnal, that you have nothing else to do than give one audible tap at the gate of her heart, in order to be admitted. Let us now see to what lengths such delusions will lead a young woman. _Faustus_. And let it be done quickly.