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SCENE V 21
Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer.
FAUSTUS. Aye, and body too: but what of that?
Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine
That, after this life, there is any pain ?
Tush, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales.
MEPHISTOPHILIS. But, Faustus, I am an instance to
prove the contrary;
For I am damned, and am now in hell.
FAUSTUS. How! now in hell!
Nay, an this be hell, I'll willingly be damn'd here:
Wliat! walking, disputing, &c.
But, leaving off this, let me have a wife,
The fairest maid in Germany.
1tfEPHISTOPHILIS.
How! a wife!
I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a. wife.
FAUSTUS. Nay, sweet Mephistophilis, fetch me one;
for I will have one.
1tfEPHISTOPHILIS.
Well, thou wilt have one? Sit
there till I come:
I'U fetch thee a wife in the dem's name.
[Exit.
Re·enter ~fEPHISTOPIDLIS with a Devil drest like
a \Voman, with fireworks.
I . hiEPHISTOPIDLIS. Tell me, Faustus, how dost thou
Ike thy wife?
FAUSTUS. A plague on her!
1tfEPHISTOPHILIS. Tut, Faustus,
Marriage is but a ceremonia.l toy;
If thou love3t me, think no more of it.
~he whom thine eye shall like, thy heart shall have,
e she as chaste as was Penelope,
.As wise as Saba, or as beautiful
.As Was bright Lucifer before his fall.
l:Iold, take thi.s book, peruse it thoroughly:
[Gives book.
~e iterating of these lines brings gold;
B .e framing of this circle on the ground
1> rIngs whirlwinds, tempests, thunder, and lightning j
ronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,
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