Post by Andrew on Jul 5, 2012 7:12:53 GMT -10
Enter the SEVEN DEADLY SINS.
LUCIFER. (cont'd)Now, Faustus, examine them of their several names and dispositions.
FAUSTUS. What art thou, the first?
PRIDE. I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like to
Ovid's flea, I can creep into every corner of a wench: sometimes,
like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; next, like a necklace I hang
about her neck; then, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips;
indeed, I do what I want. But, fie, what a smell is here! I'll
not speak another word, unless the ground be perfumed and covered
with cloth of arras.
FAUSTUS. Thou are proud indeed. What art thou, the second?
COVETOUSNESS. I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in an
old money bag: and, might I have my wish, I would desire that
this house, you and all the people in it should turn to gold, so
that I might lock you up in my chest: O, my sweet gold!
FAUSTUS. What art thou, the third?
WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother. I leapt out
of a lion's mouth when I was scarce a half-an-hour old and ever
since I have run up and down the world with these case of rapiers,
wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal. I was born in
hell; and look to it, for some of you shall be my father.
FAUSTUS. What art thou, the fourth?
ENVY. I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife.
I cannot read, and therefore wish all books burned. I am lean
with seeing others eat. O, that there would come a famine over
all the world, that all might die, and I live alone! Then thou
shouldst see how fat I would be. But must thou sit, and I stand?
come down, with a vengeance!
FAUSTUS. Out, envious rascal!--What art thou, the fifth?
GLUTTONY. Who I, sir? I am Gluttony. My parents are all dead,
and the devil a penny they have left me, but a bare pension, and
that buys thirty meals a-day and ten drinks, a small trifle
to suffice nature. O, I come of a royal pedigree! My grandfather
was a gammon of Bacon, my grandmother a Hogshead of Claret-wine.
My godfathers were these, Peter Pickle-herring and Martin
Martlemas-beef. O, but my godmother, she was a jolly gentlewoman,
and well-beloved in every good town and city; her name was Mistress
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. [yawn] I am Sloth. I was begotten on a sunny bank, where I have
lain ever since; and you have done me great injury to bring me
from thence: let me be carried thither again by Gluttony and
Lechery. I'll not speak another word for a king's ransom.
FAUSTUS. What are you, Mistress Minx, the seventh and last?
LECHERY. Who I,I 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 an L.
FAUSTUS. Away, to hell, away on piper!
LUCIFER. (cont'd)Now, Faustus, examine them of their several names and dispositions.
FAUSTUS. What art thou, the first?
PRIDE. I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like to
Ovid's flea, I can creep into every corner of a wench: sometimes,
like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; next, like a necklace I hang
about her neck; then, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips;
indeed, I do what I want. But, fie, what a smell is here! I'll
not speak another word, unless the ground be perfumed and covered
with cloth of arras.
FAUSTUS. Thou are proud indeed. What art thou, the second?
COVETOUSNESS. I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl, in an
old money bag: and, might I have my wish, I would desire that
this house, you and all the people in it should turn to gold, so
that I might lock you up in my chest: O, my sweet gold!
FAUSTUS. What art thou, the third?
WRATH. I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother. I leapt out
of a lion's mouth when I was scarce a half-an-hour old and ever
since I have run up and down the world with these case of rapiers,
wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal. I was born in
hell; and look to it, for some of you shall be my father.
FAUSTUS. What art thou, the fourth?
ENVY. I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife.
I cannot read, and therefore wish all books burned. I am lean
with seeing others eat. O, that there would come a famine over
all the world, that all might die, and I live alone! Then thou
shouldst see how fat I would be. But must thou sit, and I stand?
come down, with a vengeance!
FAUSTUS. Out, envious rascal!--What art thou, the fifth?
GLUTTONY. Who I, sir? I am Gluttony. My parents are all dead,
and the devil a penny they have left me, but a bare pension, and
that buys thirty meals a-day and ten drinks, a small trifle
to suffice nature. O, I come of a royal pedigree! My grandfather
was a gammon of Bacon, my grandmother a Hogshead of Claret-wine.
My godfathers were these, Peter Pickle-herring and Martin
Martlemas-beef. O, but my godmother, she was a jolly gentlewoman,
and well-beloved in every good town and city; her name was Mistress
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. [yawn] I am Sloth. I was begotten on a sunny bank, where I have
lain ever since; and you have done me great injury to bring me
from thence: let me be carried thither again by Gluttony and
Lechery. I'll not speak another word for a king's ransom.
FAUSTUS. What are you, Mistress Minx, the seventh and last?
LECHERY. Who I,I 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 an L.
FAUSTUS. Away, to hell, away on piper!
[Exeunt the SINS.]
