Faust. But why art thou afraid of the Devil?
Scar. Why I never said my Prayers in all my Life, but once; and that was when my damn'd Wife was sick, that she might dye: My Ears are as deaf to good Council, as French Dragoons are to Mercy. And my Conscience wants as much sweeping as a Cook's Chimny. And I have as many Sins to answer for as a Church-warden, or an Overseer of the Poor.
Faust. Why, the Devil loves Sinners at his Heart.
Scar. Does he so?
Faust. He hates none, but the Vertuous, and the Godly. Such as Fast, and go to Church, and give Alms-deeds.
Scar. I never saw a Church in my Life, thank God, (I mean the Devil;) and for Fasting, it was always my Abomination; and for Alms, I never gave any Thing in my Life, but the Itch once to a Pawn-broker. Therefore I hope he may Love me.
Faust. And he shall Love thee; I'll bring thee acquainted with him.
Scar. Acquainted with the Devil?
Faust. Ay; Tanto metropontis Acherontis.
Scar. Oh, oh, oh.