water, with straw to
lie on, is all I can afford you."

_Faustus_. Brother hermit, we have brought all that the stomach requires
along with us. We will only trouble you for a draught of water.

(_The hermit took his pitcher and went to a fountain_.)

_Faustus_. Peace dwells in his heart as well as on his brow, and I may
think myself happy that he is not acquainted with that which binds me to
thee. Faith and hope serve him instead of those things which I have
damned myself for; at least it seems so.

_Devil_. And only seems. What if I were to prove that your heart is
pure as gold in comparison with his?

_Faustus_. Devil!

_Devil_. Faustus, thou wert poor, ill-treated, and despised; thou didst
see thyself in the dust; but, like an energetic being, thou hast sprung
out of contempt at thy own risk. Thou wert incapable of gratifying thy
lusts by the murder of thy fellow-creatures, as this saint would if I led
him into temptation.

_Faustus_. I see all thy infernal craftiness. If I were to command thee
to put him to a fair trial, thou wouldst confuse the senses of the just
man, so that he would commit acts which his heart abhorred.

_Devil_. Ridiculous! Why, then, do ye boast of your free-will, and
thereby ascribe your deeds to your own hearts? But ye are all saints
while there is nothing to tempt ye. No, Faustus; I will remain neuter,
and merely offer delights to his senses; for the Devil has no need to
creep into ye when you are already disposed for wickedness.

_Faustus_. And if things do not turn out as you assert, think not that
your assurance shall remain unpunished.

_Devil_. Thou mayst then torment me a whole day by preaching of the
virtues of men. Let us see whether this will allure him.

A table, provided with dainty meats and delicious wines, now appeared in
the middle of the hermitage. The solitary entered, and silently placed
the pitcher before Faustus, and then retired into a corner, without
heeding the luxurious banquet.

_Faustus_. Now, brother hermit, since the things are on the table, fall
to without waiting to be asked twice. You may eat of our fare without
the least injury to your reputation. I see your mouth begins to water.
Come, a glass to the honour of your patron saint. What is his name?

_Hermit_. St. George.

_Faustus_. Here's his health.

_Devil_. Ho, ho, brother hermit! the renowned St. George of Cappadocia
was a fellow after my own heart; and if you t