Little theater classics . y good chest, O mysweet gold! [He mumbles on. Wrath bursts down the bridge,flourishing a rapier in each hand. His flame-colorhair flares away from his head; his face and hands arebright red; his skin-tight dress, of iridescent, glittering,stiffened silk, is steel-blue, edged with vivid scarlet,with flashing scarlet shoes, pointed, of cloth. He istaU and wiry, wriggles when he is still, and boundsaway with a warning shoui at his speechs end. FAUSTUS What art thou, the third? WBATH I am Wrath — leapt out of a lions mouth, to runup and down the world with these rapiers w
Little theater classics . y good chest, O mysweet gold! [He mumbles on. Wrath bursts down the bridge,flourishing a rapier in each hand. His flame-colorhair flares away from his head; his face and hands arebright red; his skin-tight dress, of iridescent, glittering,stiffened silk, is steel-blue, edged with vivid scarlet,with flashing scarlet shoes, pointed, of cloth. He istaU and wiry, wriggles when he is still, and boundsaway with a warning shoui at his speechs end. FAUSTUS What art thou, the third? WBATH I am Wrath — leapt out of a lions mouth, to runup and down the world with these rapiers woundingmyself when I had nobody to fight withal. I wasbom in hell, — and look to it, for some of you shallbe my father! [He springs out, glinting, immediately behindCovetousness, as Envy takes his place: an ugly, half-grown brat, coal-black all over, with strips and stream-ers of livid green tattered over his lean body, — nohat or shoes. He shuffles and blinks: Faustus hasto shout him away, and he snarls as he DOCTOR FAUSTUS 149 FAUSTUS What art thou, the fourth? ENVY I am Envy, born of a chimney sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all bookswere burnt. I am lean with seeing others eat. Oh,that there would come a famine through all the world,that all might die, and I live alone! Then thoushouldst see how fat I would be! But must thousit, and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance! FAUSTUS Away, envious rascal! — What art thou, the fifth? ^2*0 Gluttony, who has waddled down, — short,round, with puffy cheeks and little fat-cased eyes,dressed in russet and cream-color with high soft blackshoes and aflat black cap and a broad leathern belt, — alittle Falstaff, minv^ a beard, wheezing. GLUTTONY Who, I, sir? I am Gluttony. My parents are alldead, and the devil a penny they have left me buta bare pension, and that is thirty meals a day andten bevers, — a small trifle to suffice nature! Wiltthou bid me to supper? FAUSTUS No, Ill see thee hang
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