standing. (To the Devil) Produce the document which we have found.
The Devil counted out of his purse five hundred gold guilders; he then stopped and looked at the Judge.
Judge. The document is by no means a bad one, gentlemen; but the adverse party has long ago given me one of equal weight.
The Devil continued counting till he had told out a thousand; he then stopped.
Judge. In truth, I had overlooked this circumstance. Such vouchers, however, are not to be withstood.
He then gathered up the gold and secured it in his coffer.
Faustus. I hope now that right and law will go together.
Judge. Master Faustus, you understand the art of appeasing the bitterest enemies.
Faustus, whom the servility of the Judge as much offended as his former rudeness, whispered to the Devil, in going away, “Do thou avenge justice on this wretch.”
Thereupon he left his friend, without waiting for his thanks, and went about with the Devil to discharge his debts. He then paid visits to his other friends, showered gold upon them by handfuls, even on those who had forsaken him in his adversity; and he felt happy in being able to give unbridled scope to his generosity and greatness of soul. The Devil, however, who saw deeper into things than Faustus, laughed within himself at the consequences.