_Scar._ Why I never said my Prayers in all my Life, but once; and that was when my damn'd Wife was sick, that she might dye: My Ears are as deaf to good Council, as _French_ Dragoons are to Mercy. And my 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.