nd stretches his parched
tongue from out his burning jaws, that the air and dew may refresh and
moisten it; but no cooling wind blows there, and for a millennium there
will fall no refreshing drop from heaven. His blood boils like molten
metal in his veins, and the rays of the sun fall perpendicularly upon his
bare head. Already is a curse against the Almighty conceived in his
inflamed brain, but his tongue is unable to stammer it forth. He turns
up the hot sand like a mole, in order that he may suck the damp earth;
but thus he only digs his own grave. Is thy revenge satisfied?

_Faustus_. Revenge! Why dost thou call the exercise of justice revenge?
Here am I shedding cold drops of sweat through my skin at what thou hast
been telling me; but I saw him laugh when I described to him and his
patron the sufferings of the noble father and the ruined daughter.

_Devil_. Time, which slowly draws up the curtain, will at length
disclose every thing. If the villanies of a petty despot and his
catamite horrify thee, what wilt thou think when thou seest men who have
a thousand times more power, and consequently will, to commit evil? We
have, as yet, only removed the first skin of the monster: what will
become of thee when we tear open his breast? Soon would He, to whom
vengeance properly belongs, empty the magazine of his thunder, were he to
destroy all those who, according to thy opinion, do not deserve to live.

Faustus was about to reply, when he saw afar off a village in a blaze.
As every thing uncommon excited his curiosity, he spurred forward his
horse, and the Devil followed at his heels. He was soon met by a
confused rout of knights and attendants, who had been vanquished by
another party, which, however, did not pursue them. When they came
nearer to the village, they found the plain strewed with the bodies of
men and horses. They saw among the dead a miserable wretch, who, with
both his hands, was endeavouring to force back his entrails, which were
hanging out of his mangled belly. He howled and cursed frightfully
during this horrid operation. Faustus asked him the cause of all this
bloodshed. The fellow screamed, "Get to the Devil, Mr. Curiosity; if you
saw your inside outmost, as I see mine, you would have no wish to answer
questions. If you want to know why they have served me thus, inquire of
that noble gentleman, my master, who lies there dead, and whom I have to
thank for this treatment."

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