heaven. LUCIFER. So shalt thou shew thyself an obedient servant, And we will highly gratify thee for it. BELZEBUB. Faustus, we are come from hell in person to shew thee some pastime: sit down, and thou shalt behold the Seven Deadly Sins appear to thee in their own proper shapes and likeness. FAUSTUS. That sight will be as pleasant unto me, As Paradise was to Adam the first day Of his creation. LUCIFER. Talk not of Paradise or creation; but mark the show.— Go, Mephistophilis, and 79 fetch them in. MEPHISTOPHILIS brings in the SEVEN DEADLY SINS. BELZEBUB. Now, Faustus, question them of their names and dispositions. FAUSTUS. That shall I soon.—What art thou, the 80 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; next, like a necklace, I hang about her neck; then, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips; 81 and then, turning myself to a wrought smock, do what I list. But, fie, what a smell is here! I'll not speak a word more for a king's ransom, unless the ground be perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras. FAUSTUS. Thou art a proud knave, indeed.—What art thou, the second? COVETOUSNESS. I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in a leather bag: and, might I now obtain my wish, this house, you, and all, should turn to gold, that I might lock you safe into my chest: O my sweet gold! FAUSTUS. And what art thou, the third? ENVY. I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books burned. I am lean with seeing others eat. O, that there would come a famine over all the world, that all might die, and I live alone! then thou shouldst see how fat I'd be. But must thou sit, and I stand? come down, with a vengeance! FAUSTUS. Out, envious wretch!—But what art thou, the fourth? WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leapt out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce an hour old; and ever since have run 82 up and down the world with this 83 case of rapiers, wounding myself when I could get none to fight withal. I was born in hell; and look to it, for some of you shall be my father. FAUSTUS. And what art thou, the fifth? GLUTTONY. I am Gluttony. My parents are all dead, and the devil a penny they have left me, but a small pension, and that buys me thirty meals a-day and ten bevers,—a small trifle to suffice nature. I come 84 of a royal pedigree: my father was a Gammon of Bacon, my mother was a Hogshead of
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