Fau. What art thou the Third?
Env. I am Envy; begot by a Chimny-sweeper upon an Oyster-wench. I cannot read, and wish all Books burnt. I always curst the Government that I was not prefer'd; and was a Male-content in Three Kings Reigns. I am Lean with seeing others Eat; and I wish the Devil would make a Sponge of thy Heart, to wipe out the Score of my Sins.
Enter Wrath.
Fau. Out, Envious Wretch. What art thou the Fourth?
Wra. I am Wrath; I had neither Father nor Mother, but leap'd out of a Lion's Mouth when I was scarce an Hour old. I always abhor'd the Art of Patience, and curst all Fisher-men. I beat my Wife for my Pleasure; curst Heav'n in my Passion, 'cause it gave me no Fortune, and was hang'd for a Rape on a Scotch Pedlar. [Exit.
Enter Gluttony.
Fau. What art thou the Fifth?
Glut. I am Gluttony; begot by a Plow-man on a Washer-woman, who devour'd a Chedder Cheese in two Hours. I am of a Royal Pedigree: My Grand-father was a Sur-loin of Beef, and my Mother a Gammon of Bacon: My Sisters were Sows, which supply'd me with Pork: My Brothers were Calves, which afforded me Veal: My God-fathers were Peter Pickled-Herring, and Michael Milk-Porredg: My God-mothers were Susan Salt-butter, and Margery Sous'd-Hog's-Face. Now, Faustus, thou hast heard my Pedigree, wilt thou invite me to Supper?
Fau. Not I.
Glut. Then the Devil choak thee.