Wherein thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer. FAUSTUS. Ay, and body too: but what of that? Think'st thou that Faustus is so fond[93] to imagine That, after this life, there is any pain? Tush, these are trifles and mere old wives' tales. MEPHIST. But, Faustus, I am an instance to prove the contrary, For I am damn'd, and am now in hell. FAUSTUS. How! now in hell! Nay, an this be hell, I'll willingly be damn'd here: What! walking, disputing, &c.[94] But, leaving off this, let me have a wife,[95] The fairest maid in Germany; For I am wanton and lascivious, And cannot live without a wife. MEPHIST. How! a wife! I prithee, Faustus, talk not of a wife. FAUSTUS. Nay, sweet Mephistophilis, fetch me one, for I will have one. MEPHIST. Well, thou wilt have one? Sit there till I come: I'll fetch thee a wife in the devil's name. [Exit.] Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS with a DEVIL drest like a WOMAN, with fire-works. MEPHIST. Tell me,[96] Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife? FAUSTUS. A plague on her for a hot whore! MEPHIST. Tut, Faustus, Marriage is but a ceremonial toy;