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talk of the devil, and nothing else.--Come away! FAUSTUS. What art thou, the third? come from hell to shew thee some pastime: sit down, and thou To burn his Scriptures, slay his ministers, Of his creation. PRIDE. I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like to WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leapt out And make my spirits pull his churches down. this house and all the people in it were turned to gold, that I FAUSTUS. That sight will be as pleasing unto me, of a lion's mouth when I was scarce half-an-hour old; and ever COVETOUSNESS. I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in an FAUSTUS. What art thou, the first? might lock you up in my good chest: O, my sweet gold! like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; or, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips; indeed, I do--what do I not? But, fie, what a LUCIFER. Talk not of Paradise nor creation; but mark this show: were perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras. old leathern bag: and, might I have my wish, I would desire that LUCIFER. Do so, and we will highly gratify thee. Faustus, we are Enter the SEVEN DEADLY SINS.[105] Ovid's flea; I can creep into every corner of a wench; sometimes, scent is here! I'll not speak another word, except the ground FAUSTUS. What art thou, the second? shalt see all the Seven Deadly Sins appear in their proper shapes. Now, Faustus, examine them of their several names and dispositions. As Paradise was to Adam, the first day

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