me, as to delight your Maiesty with some mirth: hath Faustus iustly requited this iniurious knight, which being all I desire, I am content to remoue his hornes. Mephastophilis, transforme him; and hereafter sir, looke you speake well of Schollers.

1169

Ben. Speake well of yee? 'sbloud and Schollers be such Cuckold-makers to clap hornes of honest mens heades o' this order Il'e nere trust smooth faces, and small ruffes more. But an I be not reueng'd for this, would I might be turn'd to a gaping Oyster, and drinke nothing but salt water.

Emp. Come Faustus while the Emperour liues, In recompence of this thy high desert,

Thou shalt command the state of Germany,

And liue belou'd of mightie Carolus.

1175

Exeunt omnes.

Enter Benvolio, Martino, Fredericke, and Souldiers.

Mar. Nay sweet Benvolio, let vs sway thy thoughts From this attempt against the Coniurer.

1180

Ben. Away, you loue me not, to vrge me thus, Shall I let slip so great an iniury,

When euery seruile groome ieasts at my wrongs,
And in their rusticke gambals proudly say,
Benvolio's head was grac't with hornes to day?
O may these eye-lids neuer close againe,

1185

Till with my sword I haue that Coniurer slaine.
If you will aid me in this enterprise,

Then draw your weapons, and be resolute :

If not, depart: here will Benvolio die,

1190

But Faustus death shall quit my infamie.

Fred. Nay, we will stay with thee, betide what may, And kill that Doctor if he come this way.

Ben. Then gentle Fredericke hie thee to the groue,

And place our seruants, and our followers
Close in an ambush there behinde the trees,
By this, (I know) the Coniurer is neere,

1195

I saw him kneele, and kisse the Emperours hand,
And take his leaue, laden with rich rewards.
Then Souldiers boldly fight; if Faustus die,
Take you the wealth, leaue vs the victorie.

Fred. Come souldiers, follow me vnto the groue,
Who kils him shall haue gold, and endlesse loue.

1200

Exit Frederick with the Souldiers.

Ben. My head is lighter then it was by th'hornes,

1168+ S.D. Mephistophilis removes the horns 1168 sir om. 1624 1170 'sbloud] 's foot 1172 ruffes] bands 1663

1176

1167 horne 1624 add. Dyce after him 1663 1171 of] upon 1663 thy om. 1663 1178+ (Act IV) Scene II Rob., Cunn.: Scene X Brey. 1179 sway] stay 1624 1187 that] the 1620-63 1101 quite 1624 my 1616 thy 1619-63 1193 that] the 1620-63 1196 an om. 1619-63 1200 boldly] brauely 1620-63

But yet my heart more ponderous then my head,
And pants vntill I see that Coniurer dead.

Mar. Where shall we place our selues Benvolio?
Ben. Here will we stay to bide the first assault.
O were that damned Hell-hound but in place,
Thou soone shouldst see me quit my foule disgrace.
Enter Fredericke.

1205

1210

Fred. Close, close, the Coniurer is at hand, And all alone, comes walking in his gowne; Be ready then, and strike the Peasant downe.

Ben. Mine be that honour then: now sword strike home,

For hornes he gaue, Il'e haue his head anone.

1215

Enter Faustus with the false head.

Mar. Sec, see, he comes.

Ben. No words: this blow ends all,

Hell take his soule, his body thus must fall.

Faust. Oh.

Fred. Grone you Master Doctor?

1220

Ben. Breake may his heart with grones: deere Frederik sce Thus will I end his griefes immediatly.

Man. Strike with a willing hand, his head is off. Ben. The Diuel's dead, the Furies now may laugh. Fred. Was this that sterne aspect, that awful frowne, Made the grim monarch of infernall spirits, Tremble and quake at his commanding charmes ?

1226

Mar. Was this that damned head, whose heart conspir'd Benvolio's shame before the Emperour.

1230

Ben. I, that's the head, and here the body lies, Iustly rewarded for his villanies.

Fred. Come, let's deuise how we may adde more shame

To the blacke scandall of his hated name.

Ben. First, on his head, in quittance of my wrongs,

1235

I'le naile huge forked hornes, and let them hang

Within the window where he yoak'd me first,

That all the world may see my iust reuenge.
Mar. What vse shall we put his beard to?

Ben. Wee'l sell it to a Chimny-sweeper: it will weare out ten birchin broomes I warrant you. Fred. What shall (his) eyes doe?

1240

Ben. Wee'l put out his eyes, and they shall serue for buttons to his lips, to keepe his tongue from catching cold.

1205 heart's 1619-63 that 1619-63

1206 that] the 1619-63

1213 the]

1215 S.D. the 1616: his 1619-63: a Rob., Dyce, Cunn. 1218+ S.D. Stabs Faustus add. Dyce 1223 Struck 1663

1223+S.D. Benvolio strikes off Faustus' head add. Dyce

1224

now om. 1620-31 1228 heart] art Rob., Dyce, Cunn. 1230 here] there 1620-63 1241 his add. 1619-63

1242 put 1616, 1619:

Mar. An excellent policie: and now sirs, hauing diuided him, what shall the body doe?

Ben. Zounds the Diuel's aliue agen.

(Faustus rises.) 1245

Fred. Giue him his head for Gods sake.

Faust. Nay keepe it: Faustus will haue heads and hands, I call your hearts to recompence this deed.

Knew you not Traytors, I was limitted

1250

For foure and twenty yeares, to breathe on earth?

And had you cut my body with your swords,

Or hew'd this flesh and bones as small as sand,
Yet in a minute had my spirit return'd,

And I had breath'd a man made free from harme.
But wherefore doe I dally my reuenge?
Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephostophilis,

1255

{other Dinels. Ent. Meph. &

Go horse these traytors on your fiery backes,
And mount aloft with them as high as heauen,
Thence pitch them headlong to the lowest hell:
Yet stay, the world shall see their miserie,
And hell shall after plague their treacherie.
Go Belimothe, and take this caitife hence,
And hurle him in some lake of mud and durt:

1260

Take thou this other, dragge him through the woods, 1265
Amongst the pricking thornes, and sharpest briers,
Whilst with my gentle Mephostophilis,

This Traytor flies vnto some steepie rocke,

That rowling downe, may breake the villaines bones,
As he intended to dismember me.

Fly hence, dispatch my charge immediatly.

Fred. Pitie vs gentle Faustus, saue our liues.
Faust. Away.

Fred. He must needs goe that the Diuell driues.

1270

Exeunt Spirits with the knights.

Enter the ambusht Souldiers.

1 Sold. Come sirs, prepare your sclues in readinesse, 1275 Make hast to help these noble Gentlemen,

I heard them parly with the Coniurer.

1280

2 Sold. See where he comes, dispatch, and kill the slaue. Faust. What's here? an ambush to betray my life: Then Faustus try thy skill: base pesants stand, For loe these Trees remoue at my command, And stand as Bulwarkes twixt your selues and me, To sheild me from your hated treachery :

1245 S.D. Faustus rises add. Dyce 1247 Gods] heavens 1663

1246 Zounds om. 1663 1249 I call 1616-63, ed. 1814: And all Rob., Cunn.: Ay, call Dyce1: Ay, all Dyce, Brey. Ye 1619-63 1260 Thence 1616: Then 1619-63 1274+ Scene III. Rob., Cunn.

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1250 you] 1266 Among 1281 these] the

Yet to encounter this your weake attempt,
Behold an Army comes incontinent.

1285

Faustus strikes the dore, and enter a deuill playing on a Drum, after him another bearing an Ensigne and diuers with weapons, Mephostophilis with fire-workes; they set upon the Souldiers and driue them out.

Enter at seuerall dores, Benuolio, Fredericke, and Martino, their heads and faces bloudy, and besmear'd with mud and durt; all hauing hornes on their heads.

Mart. What ho, Benuolio.

Benu. Here, what Frederick, ho.

Fred. O help me gentle friend; where is Martino?
Mart. Deere Frederick here,

Halfe smother'd in a Lake of mud and durt,

1290

Through which the Furies drag'd me by the heeles.
Fred. Martino see, Benuolio's hornes againe.
Mart. O misery, how now Benuolio?

Benu. Defend me heauen, shall I be haunted still? 1294 Mart. Nay feare not man, they haue no power to kill. Benu. My friends transformed thus: O hellish spite, Your heads are all set with hornes.

Fred. You hit it right,

It is your owne you meane, feele on your head.
Benu. 'Zons, hornes againe.

1300

Mart. Nay chafe not man, we all are sped.

Benu. What deuill attends this damn'd Magician,

That spite of spite, our wrongs are doubled?

Fred. What may we do, that we may hide our shames ? Benu. If we should follow him to worke reuenge,

1305

He'd ioyne long Asses cares to these huge hornes,
And make vs laughing stockes to all the world.
Mart. What shall we then do deere Benuolio?
Benu. I haue a Castle ioyning neere these woods,

And thither wee'le repaire and liue obscure,
Till time shall alter this our brutish shapes :
Sith blacke disgrace hath thus eclipst our fame,

1310

We'le rather die with griefe, then liue with shame.

Exeunt omnes.

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1300 'Zons 1616: Zounds 1619-31: What 1663

1311 this 1616: these 1619-63 1313+ (Act IV.) Scene V. Rob.,

Cunn.

(Act IV.) Scene IV. add. Rob.,

1291 drag 1663

1289 om 1663, thus 1295 they Cunn.:

11. 11111-98 of Qq 1604-11 are in Qq 1616-63 condensed to the following:

Enter Faustus, and the Horse-courser,
Mephostophilis.

and

Horse. I beseech your Worship accept of these forty Dollors.

1112

Faust. Friend, thou canst not buy so good a horse, for so small a price: I haue no great need to sell him, but if thou likest him for ten Dollors more, take him, because I see thou hast a good minde to him. 1116

Horse. I beseech you sir accept of this; I am a very poore man, and haue lost very much of late by horse flesh, and this bargaine will set me vp againe.

Faust. Well, I will not stand with thee, giue me the money: now sirra I must tell you, that you may ride him o're hedge and ditch, and spare him not; but do you heare? in any case, ride him not into the water.

1123

Horse. How sir, not into the water? why will he not drink of all waters ?

Faust. Yes, he will drinke of all waters, but ride him not into the water; o're hedge and ditch, or where thou wilt, but not into the water: Go bid the Hostler deliuer him vnto you, and remember what I say. 1129

Horse. I warrant you sir; O ioyfull day: Now am I a made man for euer.

Exit.

Faust. What art thou Faustus but a man condemn'd to die? Thy fatall time drawes to a final end;

Despaire doth driue distrust into my thoughts.
Confound these passions with a quiet sleepe:

Tush, Christ did call the Theefe vpon the Crosse,
Then rest thee Faustus quiet in conceit.

Enter the Horse-courser wet.

1135

He sits to sleepe.

Horse. O what a cosening Doctor was this? I riding my horse into the water, thinking some hidden mystery had beene in the horse, I had nothing vnder me but a little straw, and had much ado to escape drowning: Well I'le go rouse him, and make him giue me my forty Dollors againe. Ho sirra Doctor, you cosoning scab; Maister Doctor awake, and rise, and giue me my mony againe, for your horse is turned to a bottle of Hay,-Maister Doctor. He puls off his leg. Alas I am vndone, what shall I do? I haue puld off his leg. Faust. O help, help, the villaine hath murder'd me.

1110 S.D. and the] and a Dyce

1147

1137 S.D. wet om. 1663

1141

scape 1624

1145 Doctor] After this word Q 1663 adds S 'foot I

think hee's rotten.

1147 hath] has 1631, 1663