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Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS. Why, the signiory of Embden shall be mine. Wherein is fix'd the love of Belzebub: The god thou serv'st is thine own appetite, Is't not midnight?--come Mephistophilis, Cast no more doubts.--Mephistophilis, come, Enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. Veni, veni, Mephistophile! [48] EVIL ANGEL. No, Faustus; think of honour and of wealth. Now tell me what saith Lucifer, thy lord? EVIL ANGEL. Go forward, Faustus, in that famous [45] art. And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer;-- GOOD ANGEL. Sweet Faustus, leave that execrable art. EVIL ANGEL. Rather illusions, fruits of lunacy, GOOD ANGEL. Sweet Faustus, think of heaven and heavenly things. And bring glad tidings from great Lucifer;-- When Mephistophilis shall stand by me, To him I'll build an altar and a church, GOOD ANGEL. O, they are means to bring thee unto heaven! [Exeunt ANGELS.] Why, he loves thee not; What power can hurt me? Faustus, thou art safe: FAUSTUS. Contrition, prayer, repentance--what of [46] these? Is't not midnight?--come Mephistophilis, And offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes. That make men [47] foolish that do use them most. FAUSTUS. Wealth!

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