God that made the world. MEPHIST. Remember this.           [Exit.]       FAUSTUS. Ay, go, accursed spirit, to ugly hell!      'Tis thou hast damn'd distressed Faustus' soul. Is't not too late? Re-enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. EVIL ANGEL. Too late. GOOD ANGEL. Never too late, if Faustus can repent. EVIL ANGEL. If thou repent, devils shall tear thee in pieces. GOOD ANGEL. Repent, and they shall never raze thy skin.           [Exeunt ANGELS.]       FAUSTUS. Ah, Christ, my Saviour, Seek to save104 distressed Faustus' soul! Enter LUCIFER, BELZEBUB, and MEPHISTOPHILIS. LUCIFER. Christ cannot save thy soul, for he is just:      There's none but I have interest in the same. FAUSTUS. O, who art thou that look'st so terrible? LUCIFER. I am Lucifer, And this is my companion-prince in hell. FAUSTUS. O, Faustus, they are come to fetch away thy soul! LUCIFER. We come to tell thee thou dost injure us; Thou talk'st of Christ, contrary to thy promise:      Thou shouldst not think of God:  think of the devil, And of his dam too. FAUSTUS. Nor will I henceforth:  pardon me in this, And Faustus vows never to look to heaven, Never to name God, or to pray to him, To burn his Scriptures, slay his ministers, And make my spirits pull his churches down. LUCIFER. Do so, and we will highly gratify thee. Faustus, we are come from hell to shew thee some pastime:  sit down, and thou shalt see all the Seven Deadly Sins appear in their proper shapes. FAUSTUS. That sight will be as pleasing unto me, As Paradise was to Adam, the first day Of his creation. LUCIFER. Talk not of Paradise nor creation; but mark this show:      talk of the devil, and nothing else.—Come away! Enter the SEVEN DEADLY SINS.105 Now, Faustus, examine them of their several names and dispositions. FAUSTUS. What art thou, the first? PRIDE. I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like to Ovid's flea; I can creep into every corner of a wench; sometimes, like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; or, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips; indeed, I do—what do I not? But, fie, what a scent is here! I'll not speak another word, except the ground were perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras. FAUSTUS. What art thou, the second? COVETOUSNESS. I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in an old leathern bag:  and, might I have my wish, I would desire that this house and all the people in it were turned to gold, that I might lock you up in my good chest:  O, my sweet gold! FAUSTUS. What art thou, the third? WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor 

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