fie, pull in your head for shame; let not all the world wonder at you.

Benv. Zounds, Doctor!, is this your villany?
Faust. O say not so, sir: the Doctor has no skill,
No art, no cunning, to present these lords,
Or bring before this royal Emperor
The mighty monarch, warlike Alexander :
If Faustus do it, you are straight resolv'd
In bold Acteon's shape to turn a stag.

And therefore, my lord, so please your majesty,
I'll raise a kennel of hounds shall hunt him so,
As all his footmanship shall scarce prevail
To keep his carcase from their bloody fangs.
Ho! Belimote, Argiron, Asterote!

Benv. Hold, hold! zounds! he'll raise up a kennel of devils I think anon: good my lord intreat for me; 'sblood, I am never able to endure these torments.

Emp. Then, good Mr. Doctor,

Let me entreat you to remove his horns,
He has done penance now sufficiently.

Faust. My gracious lord; not so much for injury done to me, as to delight your majesty with some mirth, hath Faustus justly requited this injurious knight; which being all I desire, I am content to remove his horns. Mephostophilis, transform him; and hereafter, sir, look you speak well of scholars.

Benv. Speak well of ye? 'sblood, an scholars be such cuckold-makers to clap horns on honest men's heads o' this order; I'll ne'er trust smooth faces and small ruffs more. But an I be not reveng❜d for this, would I might be turned

to a gaping oyster, and drink nothing but salt

water.

Emp. Come, Faustus, while the Emperor lives, In recompense of this thy high desert,

Thou shalt command the state of Germany,
And live belov'd of mighty Carolus.

[Exeunt omnes.

Enter BENVOLIO, MARTINO, FREDERICK, and SOLDIERS.

Mart. Nay, sweet Benvolio, let us sway thy thoughts

From this attempt against the conjurer.

Benv. Away, you love me not, to urge me thus ; Shall I let slip so great an injury,

When every servile groom jests at my wrongs,
And in their rustic gambols proudly say,
Benvolio's head was grac'd with horns to-day?
O may these eyelids never close again,

Till with my sword I have that conjurer slain :
If you will aid me in this enterprise,
Then draw your weapons and be resolute;
If not, depart; here will Benvolio die,
But Faustus' death shall quit thy infamy.
Fred. Nay, we will stay with thee, betide
what may,

And kill that Doctor if he come this way.
Benv. Then, gentle Frederick, hie thee to the

grove,

And place our servants, and our followers,
Close in an ambush there behind the trees;
By this I know the conjurer is near,

I saw him kneel, and kiss the Emperor's hand,

And take his leave, laden with rich rewards:
Then, soldiers, boldly fight; if Faustus die,
Take you the wealth, leave us the victory.

Fred. Come, soldiers, follow me unto the grove, Who kills him shall have gold and endless love. [Exit Fred. with Soldiers.

Benv. My head is lighter than it was by th' horns,

But yet my heart's more ponderous than my head, And pants until I see that conjurer dead.

Mart. Where shall we place ourselves, Benvolio?

Benv. Here will we stay to hide the first assault; O were that damned hell-hound but in place, Thou soon shouldst see me quit my foul disgrace!

Enter FREDERICK.

Fred. Close, close, the conjurer is at hand, And all alone comes walking in his gown; Be ready then, and strike the peasant down. Benv. Mine be that honour then now, sword, strike home,

For horns he gave, I'll have his head anon.

Enter FAUSTUS with a false Head.

Mart. See, see, he comes.

Benv. No words: this blow ends all;

Hell take his soul, his body thus must fall.

Faust. Oh!

Fred. Groan you, Master Doctor?

Benv. Break may his heart with groans: dear

Frederick, see,

Thus will I end his griefs immediately.

Mart.-Strike with a willing hand, his head is off. Benv. The devil's dead, the Furies now may laugh.

Fred. Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown,

Made the grim monarch of infernal spirits Tremble and quake at his commanding charms? Mart. Was this that damned head, whose art conspir'd

Benvolio's shame before the Emperor?

Benv. Aye, that's the head, and here the body lies,

Justly rewarded for his villanies.

Fred. Come, let's devise how we may add more shame

To the black scandal of his hated name.

Benv. First, on his head, in quittance of my

wrongs,

I'll nail huge forked horns, and let them hang Within the window where he yok'd me first, That all the world may see my just revenge. Mart. What use shall we put his beard to? Benv. We'll sell it to a chimney-sweeper; it will wear out ten birchen brooms, I warrant you. Fred. What shall his eyes do?

Benv. We'll put out his eyes; and they shall serve for buttons to his lips, to keep his tongue from catching cold.

Mart. An excellent policy: and now, sirs, having divided him, what shall the body do? Benv. Zounds, the devil's alive again!

Fred. Give him his head for God's sake. Faust. Nay, keep it: Faustus will have heads and hands,

I call your hearts to recompense this deed.
Knew you not, traitors, I was limited

For four-and-twenty years 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 harm.
But wherefore do I dally my revenge?
Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephostophilis !

Enter MEPHOSTOPHILIS, and other Devils.

Go, horse these traitors on your fiery backs,
And mount aloft with them as high as heav'n;
Thence pitch them headlong to the lowest hell:
Yet, stay, the world shall see their misery,
And hell shall after plague their treachery.
Go, Belimoth, and take this caitiff hence,
And hurl him in some lake of mud and dirt:
Take thou this other, drag him through the woods
Amongst the pricking thorns and sharpest briers;
Whilst with my gentle Mephostophilis,

This traitor flies unto some steepy rock,

That rolling down may break the villain's bones, As he intended to dismember me.

Fly hence! dispatch my charge immediately! Fred. Pity us, gentle Faustus, save our lives! Faust. Away!

Fred. He must needs go, that the devil drives. [Exeunt Spirits with the Knights.

Enter the ambushed SOLdiers.

1 Sold. Come, sirs, prepare yourselves in readiness;