And bring them every morning to thy bed: What! sleeping, eating, walking, and disputing! The iterating of these lines brings gold; The framing of this circle on the ground For I tell thee I am damn'd and now in hell. Were she as chaste as was [67] Penelope, That, after this life, there is any pain? MEPHIST. Well, Faustus, thou shalt have a wife. As was bright Lucifer before his fall. Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine She whom thine [65] eye shall like, thy [66] heart shall have, FAUSTUS. Nay, an this be hell, I'll willingly be damn'd: The fairest maid in Germany; Here, take this book, peruse it well: FAUSTUS. What sight is this? MEPHIST. Marriage is but a ceremonial toy, But, leaving this, let me have a wife, [MEPHISTOPHILIS fetches in a WOMAN-DEVIL.] And, if thou lov'st me, think no more of it. For I am wanton and lascivious, FAUSTUS. Here's a hot whore, indeed: no, I'll no wife. MEPHIST. But I am an instance to prove the contrary, I'll cull thee out the fairest courtezans, MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a wife? As wise as Saba, or as beautiful And cannot live without a wife. No, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales.