Meph. Faustus, thou shalt. [Waves his Wand, enters.
Faust. O Mephostopholis! what would I give to gain a Kiss from off those lovely Lips.
Meph. Faustus, thou may'st. [He kisses her.
Faust. My Soul is fled; come Hellen, come, give me my Soul again; she's gon. [He goes to kiss her again, and she sinks.
Meph. Women are shy you know at the first Sight; but come, Faustus, command me somewhat else.
Faust. Then tell me, is Hell so terrible as Church-men write it.
Meph. No, Faustus 'tis Glorious as the upper World; but that we have Night and Day, as you have here: Above there's no Night.
Faust. Why sighs my Mephostopholis, I think Hell's a meer Fable.
Meph. Ay, think so still.
Faust. Tell me who made the World?