ad would then have
been more clear, and thy heart more sound.

_Faustus_. Damnation! Is the Devil always right?

_Devil_. I will show you that which those philosophers only talk of. I
will blow away from your eyes the clouds which pride, vanity, and
self-love have collected, and so charmingly coloured.

_Faustus_. How wilt thou accomplish that?

_Devil_. By conducting thee through the theatre of the world, and
showing thee men in their nakedness. Let us travel by water, by land, on
foot, on horseback, on the rapid winds, and see the race of man. Perhaps
we may discover that for which so many thousand adventurers have broken
their necks.

_Faustus_. Agreed. Let us go through the world; I must intoxicate
myself by variety and enjoyment; and I have long wished for a broader
sphere of observation than my own wild heart. Let us go forth, and I
will force the Devil to believe in human virtue. He shall avow to me
that man is the eye-apple of Him whom I now no more must name.

_Devil_. Then will I return to hell a convicted liar, and give thee back
the bond which thou wilt presently sign with thy blood.

_Faustus_. But if I were to trust a devil, who might palm upon me his
own fiendish performances for the works of men, how would the scoffer
laugh?

_Devil_. Such a monkish notion I should not have expected from one who
has so long toyed with philosophy; but in this ye are all alike, fools
and wise men. If any thing goes wrong, pride and self-love will never
permit you to lay the blame on yourselves. Observe now those two words,
Good and Evil, which you would fain stamp into ideas; for when you have
words, you always think you have coined the empty sound into a thought.
You labour with your eyes closed, and when you open them it is but
natural that the good should be your own work, and the evil that of the
Devil. Thus, then, must we poor devils ride about day and night, in
order to turn to this or that piece of roguery the heart or the
imagination of this or that scoundrel, who, if it had not been for us,
would have remained an honest fellow. Faustus! Faustus! man seeks abroad
and in the clouds a thousand things which lie in his own bosom, or before
his face. No; during our tour I will add to nothing, except thou command
me. All that thou seest shall be the work of men; and thou wilt soon
perceive that they do not require the Devil to incite them.

_Faustus_. And is this all that thou canst afford