_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._ Why sighs my _Mephostopholis_, I think Hell's a meer Fable. _Meph._ Ay, think so still. _Faust._ Tell me who made the World? _Meph._ I will not. _Faust._ Sweet _Mephos._ _Meph._ Move me no further. _Faust._ Villain, have I not bound thee to tell me any Thing. _Meph._ That's not against our Kingdom, this is: Thou art Lost; think thou of Hell. _Faust._ Think, _Faustus_, upon him that made the World. _Meph._ Remember this. [_Sinks._ _Faust._ Ay, go accursed Spirit to ugly Hell, 'Tis thou hast damn'd distressed _Faustus_ Soul: I will Repent: Ha! [_Goes to his Books._ This Bible's fast, but here's another: [_They both fly out of's Hand, and a flaming Thing appears written_, &c. Is't not too late? [_Ring. Good and bad descend._ _Bad An._ Too late. _Good An._ Never too late, if _Faustus_ will repent. _Bad An._ _Faustus_, behold, behold thy Deed; if thou repent Devils will tear thee in Pieces. _Good An._ Repent, and they shall never raze thy Skin. [_Scene shuts, Ang. ascends._ _Scene changes to the Street._ _Enter_ Harlequin. _Harl._ This must be Mr. Doctor's House; I'll make bold to knock: My Heart fails me already. [Harlequin _opens the Door, peeps about, and shuts it_. I begin to tremble at the Thoughts of seeing the Devil. [_Knocks again._ Here's a great Resort of Devils, the very Doors smell of Brimstone: I'll e'en back----No: I'll be a Man of Resolution: But if Mr. Doctor should send a Familiar to open the Door, in what language should I speak to the Devil? [_Knocks._ _Enter_ Scaramouche. _Scar. peeping._ This is some malicious Spirit, that will not let me alone at my Study; but I'll go in, and conn my Book. [_Exit._