Enter Sloth.
Fau. What art thou the Sixth?
Slo. Hey ho! I am Sloth; I was begotten at Church by a sleepy Judg on a Costermonger's Wife, in the middle of a long Sermon. I am as Lazy as a Fishmonger in the Dog-days, or a Parson in Lent: I would not speak another Word for a King's Ransom.
Enter Leachery.
Fau. And what are you, Mr. Minks, the Seventh and last?
Leach. I am one that love an Inch of Raw Mutton better than an Ell of Fry'd Stock-fish, and the first Letter of my Name begins with Leachery. [Exit.
Fau. This Sight delights my Soul.
Luc. Faustus in Hell are all manner of Delights.
Fau. O might I see Hell once, and return safe.
Luc. Faustus, thou shalt; give me thy hand. Hence let's descend, and we will Faustus show The mighty Pleasures in the World below. [Vanishes.