_Harl._ Why his Business is to patch up rotten Whores against the Term for Country Lawyers, and Attorneys Clerks; and against _Christmas_, _Easter_ and _Whitsun_ Holidays, for City Apprentices; and if his Pills be destroy'd, 'twill ruin him in one Term.
_Scar._ Come in; and for a Crown a Week I'll lett thee out a Devil, as they do Horses at Livery, shall swallow him a Peck of Pills a day, though every one were as big as a Pumpkin; and make nothing of a _Bolus_ for a Breakfast.
_Harl._ O brave Mr. Doctor! O dainty Mr. Devil!
_Scar._ Seigniora. [_Here they Complement who shall go first._
_Good An._ _Faustus_, Repent; yet Heav'n will pity thee.
_Bad An._ Thou art a Spirit, Heav'n cannot pity thee.
_Fau._ Who buzzes in my Ear, I am a Spirit; be I a Devil yet Heaven can pity me: Yea, Heaven will pity me, if I repent.
_Bad An._ Ay, but _Faustus_ never shall repent.
_Good An._ Sweet _Faustus_ think of Heav'n, and heavenly Things. [_Ascends._
_Fau._ My Heart is hardened, I cannot repent. Scarce can I name Salvation, Faith, or Heav'n, But I am pinch'd, and prick'd, in thousand Places. O help distressed _Faustus_!
Lucifer, Beelzebub. _and_ Mephostopholis _rises_.
_Luc._ None can afford thee help; for only I have Interest in thee, _Faustus_.
_Fau._ Oh! What art thou, that looks so terrible?
_Luc._ I am _Lucifer_, and this is my Companion Prince in Hell.
_Beel._ We are come to tell thee thou dost injure us.
_Luc._ Thou call'st on Heav'n contrary to thy Promise.
_Beel._ Thou should'st not think on Heav'n.
_Fau._ Nor will I henceforth pardon him for this, And _Faustus_ Vows never to look to Heav'n.
_Beel._ So shalt thou shew thy self a faithful Servant, And we will highly gratify thee for it.
_Luc._ _Faustus_, we are come in Person to shew thee Passtime; sit down, and thou shalt behold the Seven Deadly Sins in their own proper Shapes and Likeness.
_Fau._ That Sight will be as pleasant to my Eye, as Paradise to _Adam_ the first Day of his Creation.
_Beel._ Talk not of Paradise, but mind the Show. Go, _Mephostopholis_, and fetch 'em in; and, _Faustus_, question 'em their Names. _Enter Pride._
_Prid._ I am _Pride_; I was begot by Disdain and Affectation. I always took the Wall of my Betters; had ever the first Cut, or else would not eat: I scorn'd all Advice, never thought any one handsom but my self; had the best Pue in the Church, though a Tradesman's Wife; and at last dyed of the Spleen, for want of a Coach and Six Horses. Why is not thy Room perfum'd, and spread with Cloth of _Tissue_? What must you sit, and I stand? Rise up Brute.