They found the Judge to be a proud, inflated man, who would scarcely deign to honour a poor client with a look. Faustus had long known him for what he was. When they entered the room, the Judge, in an imperious tone, thus addressed Faustus’s friend, “Why do you come to trouble me? Do you not know that tears never interrupt the course of justice?”
The unhappy friend looked humbly to the ground.
Faustus. Mighty sir, you have spoken well: tears are like water; they merely spoil the eyes of
those that shed them. But do you know that my friend has right on his side?
Judge. Master Faustus, I know you for a man who plays away his money at ducks-and-drakes, and who has a loose tongue. Right and law are very different things: if he has the first for him, it is no reason that he should have the second.
Faustus. You say that right and law are two different things: something like judge and justice, perhaps.
Judge. Master Faustus, I have already said that I know you.
Faustus. Perhaps we are mistaken in each other, most enlightened sir. But it is mere waste of soap to attempt to wash a blackamoor white. (He opened the door, and in stalked the Devil.) Here is a gentleman who will lay before you a document, which I hope will give the cause of my friend a new aspect.
When the Judge saw the richly-dressed Leviathan, he assumed a more friendly countenance, and asked them all to be seated.
Faustus. We can settle the whole business