Claret-wine; my godfathers were these, Peter Pickled-herring and Martin Martlemas-beef; but my godmother, O, she was an ancient gentlewoman; her name was Margery March-beer. Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper? FAUSTUS. Not I. GLUTTONY. Then the devil choke thee! FAUSTUS. Choke thyself, glutton!—What art thou, the sixth? SLOTH. Heigho! I am Sloth. I was begotten on a sunny bank. Heigho! I'll not speak a word more for a king's ransom. FAUSTUS. And what are you, Mistress Minx, the seventh and last? LECHERY. Who, I, 85 sir? I am one that loves an inch of raw mutton better than an ell of fried stock-fish; and the first letter of my name begins with L. 86 LUCIFER. Away to hell, away! On, piper!           [Exeunt the SINS.]       FAUSTUS. O, how this sight doth delight my soul! LUCIFER. Tut, 87 Faustus, in hell is all manner of delight. FAUSTUS. O, might I see hell, and return again safe, How happy were I then! LUCIFER. Faustus, thou shalt; at midnight I will send for thee. Meanwhile peruse this book and view it throughly, And thou shalt turn thyself into what shape thou wilt. FAUSTUS. Thanks, mighty Lucifer! This will I keep as chary as my life. LUCIFER. Now, Faustus, farewell. FAUSTUS. Farewell, great Lucifer.           [Exeunt LUCIFER and BELZEBUB.]       Come, Mephistophilis.           [Exeunt.]            Enter ROBIN, 88 with a book. ROBIN. What, Dick! look to the horses there, till I come again. I have gotten one of Doctor Faustus' conjuring-books; and now we'll have such knavery as't passes. Enter DICK. DICK. What, Robin! you must come away and walk the horses. ROBIN. I walk the horses! I scorn't, faith: 89 I have other matters in hand:  let the horses walk themselves, an they will.—           [Reads.]      A per se, a; t, h, e, the; o per se, o; Demy orgon gorgon.—      Keep further from me, O thou illiterate and unlearned hostler!       DICK. 'Snails, what hast thou got there? a book! why, thou canst not tell 90 ne'er a word on't. ROBIN. That thou shalt see presently:  keep out of the circle, I say, lest I send you into the ostry with a vengeance. DICK. That's like, faith! you had best leave your foolery; for, an my master come, he'll conjure you, faith. ROBIN. My master conjure me! I'll tell thee what; an my master come here, I'll clap as fair a 91 pair of horns on's head as e'er thou sawest in thy life. DICK. Thou need'st 92 not do that, for my mistress hath done it. ROBIN. Ay, there be of us here that have waded as deep into matters as other men, if they were 

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