07 Dec




















MEPHIST. Well, Faustus, thou shalt have a wife. The iterating of these lines brings gold; I'll cull thee out the fairest courtezans, She whom thine [65] eye shall like, thy [66] heart shall have, And, if thou lov'st me, think no more of it. For I tell thee I am damn'd and now in hell. As wise as Saba, or as beautiful MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a wife? And bring them every morning to thy bed: MEPHIST. But I am an instance to prove the contrary, The fairest maid in Germany; MEPHIST. Marriage is but a ceremonial toy, No, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales. Were she as chaste as was [67] Penelope, FAUSTUS. Nay, an this be hell, I'll willingly be damn'd: FAUSTUS. What sight is this? For I am wanton and lascivious, That, after this life, there is any pain? As was bright Lucifer before his fall. Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine The framing of this circle on the ground And cannot live without a wife. But, leaving this, let me have a wife, Here, take this book, peruse it well: FAUSTUS. Here's a hot whore, indeed: no, I'll no wife. What! sleeping, eating, walking, and disputing! [MEPHISTOPHILIS fetches in a WOMAN-DEVIL.]

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