From The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus Made into a Farce by William Mountfort

Come hither, poor Devils; stand in Order, and be Damn'd. I came to distribute what your deceased good Master hath bequeath'd. (They all stare at Scar. (Harl: God bless you, Mr. Steward.) Let me tell you, Gentlemen, he was as good a Man as ever piss'd, or cry'd Stand on the High-way. [Scaramouche takes out a Leaf and a Shilling, holds it out, and Harlequin takes it. He spent a good Estate, 'tis true; but he was no Body's Foe but his own. I never left him while he was worth a Groat. [Again.) He would now and then Curse in his Passion, and give a Soul to the Devil, or so; yet, what of that? He always paid his Club, and no Man can say he owes this. (Again.) He had a Colt's Tooth, and over-laid one of his Maids; yet, what of that? All Flesh is frail. (Again.) 'Tis thought that her Body workt him off on his Legs; why, what of that? his Legs were his own, and his Arse never hung in your Light. (Again.) Sometimes, you'll say, he wou'd rap out an Oath; what then, Words are but Wind, and he meant no more harm than a sucking Pig does by squeaking. (Again.) Now let's consider his good Deeds; he brew'd a Firkin of strong Drink for the poor every Year, and kill'd an old Ram every Easter: The Meat that was stale, and his Drink that was sowre, was always yours. (Again.) He allow'd you in Harvest to Glean after his Rake. (Again.) And now, at his Death, has given you all this. [ Again.

Scar Monologue from The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus Made into a Farce

Rehearse Scar's monologue