_Cov._ I was first an Exciseman, and cheated the King and Country; then I was a Baker, and from every Neighbor's Loaf I stole Two Pound, and swore 'twas shrunk in the Oven. I was a Vintner, and by bribing of Quest-men had leave to sell in Pint Bottles for Quarts: At last I was a Horse-courser, made _Smithfield_ too hot to hold me, and rid Post to the Devil? Give me some Gold, Father? [_Exit._ _Enter_ Envy. _Fau._ What art thou the Third? _Env._ I am _Envy_; begot by a Chimny-sweeper upon an Oyster-wench. I cannot read, and wish all Books burnt. I always curst the Government that I was not prefer'd; and was a Male-content in Three Kings Reigns. I am Lean with seeing others Eat; and I wish the Devil would make a Sponge of thy Heart, to wipe out the Score of my Sins. _Enter_ Wrath. _Fau._ Out, Envious Wretch. What art thou the Fourth? _Wra._ I am _Wrath_; I had neither Father nor Mother, but leap'd out of a Lion's Mouth when I was scarce an Hour old. I always abhor'd the Art of Patience, and curst all Fisher-men. I beat my Wife for my Pleasure; curst Heav'n in my Passion, 'cause it gave me no Fortune, and was hang'd for a Rape on a _Scotch_ Pedlar. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Gluttony. _Fau._ What art thou the Fifth? _Glut._ I am _Gluttony_; begot by a Plow-man on a Washer-woman, who devour'd a _Chedder_ Cheese in two Hours. I am of a Royal Pedigree: My Grand-father was a Sur-loin of Beef, and my Mother a Gammon of Bacon: My Sisters were Sows, which supply'd me with Pork: My Brothers were Calves, which afforded me Veal: My God-fathers were _Peter_ Pickled-Herring, and _Michael_ Milk-Porredg: My God-mothers were _Susan_ Salt-butter, and _Margery_ Sous'd-Hog's-Face. Now, _Faustus_, thou hast heard my Pedigree, wilt thou invite me to Supper? _Fau._ Not I. _Glut._ Then the Devil choak thee. _Enter_ Sloth. _Fau._ What art thou the Sixth? _Slo._ Hey ho! I am _Sloth_; I was begotten at Church by a sleepy Judg on a Costermonger's Wife, in the middle of a long Sermon. I am as Lazy as a Fishmonger in the Dog-days, or a Parson in _Lent_: I would not speak another Word for a King's Ransom. _Enter_ Leachery. _Fau._ And what are you, Mr. _Minks_, the Seventh and last? _Leach._ I am one that love an Inch of Raw Mutton better than an Ell of Fry'd Stock-fish, and the first Letter of my Name begins with _Leachery_. [_Exit._ _Fau._ This Sight delights my Soul. _Luc._ _Faustus_ in Hell are all manner of Delights. _Fau._ O might I see Hell once, and return safe. _Luc.__ Faustus_, thou shalt; give me thy hand. Hence let's descend, and we will _Faustus_ show The mighty Pleasures in the World below. [_Vanishes._ SCENE _Changes_. _Enter_ Harlequin, _and_ Scaramouche _in the Doctor's Gown; a Wand, and a Circle_. _Scar._ So, now am I in my _Pontificalibus_: Now can I shew my Black Art; for I have found that heavenly Book which _Faustus_ used to raise the Dead in: Come, stand within this Circle.