Make haste to help these noble gentlemen, 2 Sold. See, where he comes; dispatch and kill the slave. Faust. What's here? an ambush to betray my life! Then, Faustus, try thy skill: base peasants, stand! [Faustus strikes the door, and enter a Devil out. Enter at several Doors, BENVOLio, Frederick, and MARTINO, their Heads and Faces bloody, and besmeared with Mud and Dirt: all having Horns on their Heads. Mart. What, ho! Benvolio! Benv. Here; what, Frederick, ho! Fred. O help me, gentle friend; where is Martino? Mart. Dear Frederick, here, Half smother'd in a lake of mud and dirt, Through which the Furies dragg'd me by the heels. Fred. Martino, see Benvolio's horns again. Mart. Oh, misery! how now, Benvolio? Benv. Defend me, heaven! shall I be haunted still? Mart. Nay, fear not, man, we have no power to kill. Benv. My friends transformed thus: oh, hellish spite ! Your heads are all set with horns. Fred. You hit it right, It is your own you mean; feel on your head. Mart. Nay, chafe not, man, we all are sped. Benv. What devil attends this damn'd magician, That spite of spite our wrongs are doubled? Fred. What may we do that we may hide our shames? Benv. If we should follow him to work revenge, He'd join long asses ears to these huge horns, And make us laughing-stocks to all the world. Mart. What shall we then do, dear Benvolio? Benv. I have a castle joining near these woods, And thither we'll repair, and live obscure, Till time shall alter this our brutish shapes : Sith black disgrace hath thus eclips'd our fame, We'll rather die with grief than live with shame. [Exeunt omnes. Enter FAUSTUS, and the HORSE-COURSER, and MEPHOSTOPHILIS. Horse. I beseech your worship accept of these forty dollars. Faust. Friend, thou canst not buy so good a horse for so small a price: I have no great need to sell him, but if thou likest him for ten dollars more, take him, because I see thou hast a good. mind to him. Horse. I beseech you, sir, accept of this: I am a very poor man, and have lost very much of late by horse-flesh, and this bargain will set me up again. Faust. Well, I will not stand with thee; give me the money. Now, sirrah, I must tell you that you may ride him o'er hedge and ditch, and spare him not; but, do you hear, in any case, ride him not into the water. Horse. How, sir, not into the water? why, will he not drink of all waters? Faust. Yes; he will drink of all waters, but ride him not into the water; o'er hedge and ditch, and where thou wilt, but not into the water. Go, bid the hostler deliver him unto you, and remember what I say. Horse. I warrant you, sir; oh! joyful day: now am I made a man for ever! [Exit. Faust. What art thou, Faustus, but a man con demn'd to die? Thy fatal time draws to a final end; Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts, Enter the HORSE-COURSER wet. Horse. Oh! what a cozening Doctor was this! I riding my horse into the water, thinking some hidden mystery had been in the horse, I had no thing under me but a little straw, and had much ado to escape drowning. Well, I'll go rouse him, and make him give me my forty dollars again. Ho! sirrah! Doctor! you cozening scab! Master Doctor, awake and rise, and give me my money again; for your horse is turned to a bottle of hay. Master Doctor! [He pulls off his leg.] Alas! I am undone! what shall I do! I have pulled off his leg. Faust. Oh! help, help, the villain hath murdered me! Horse. Murder or not murder, now he has but one leg I'll outrun him, and cast this leg into some ditch or other. Faust. Stop him! stop him! stop him!-ha, ha, ha! Faustus hath his leg again, and the Horsecourser a bundle of hay for his forty dollars. Enter WAGNer. How now, Wagner, what news with thee? Wag. If it please you, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly entreat your company; and hath sent some of his men to attend you, with provision fit for your journey. Faust. The Duke of Vanholt's an honourable gentleman, and one to whom I must be no niggard of my cunning: come, away. [Exeunt. Enter CLOWN, DICK, HORSE-COURSER, and CARTER. Cart. Come, my masters, I'll bring you to the best beer in Europe; What, ho! hostess! where be these whores? Enter HOSTESS. Host. How now, what lack you? What, my old guests? welcome. Clown. Sirrah! Dick! dost thou know why I stand so mute? Dick. No, Robin, why is't? Clown. I am eighteen pence on the score; but say nothing see if she has forgotten me. Host. Who's this, that stands so solemnly by himself? What, my old guest? Clown. O, hostess, how do you? I hope my score stands still. Host. Aye, there's no doubt of that; for methinks you make no haste to wipe it out. Dick. Why, hostess, I say fetch us some beer. Host. You shall presently: look up into the hall there, ho! [Exit. Dick. Come, sirs, what shall we do now till mine hostess comes? Cart. Marry, sirs, I'll tell you the bravest tale how a conjurer served me; you know Doctor Faustus? Horse. Aye, a plague take him; here's some on's have cause to know him; did he conjure thee too? Cart. I'll tell you how he served me: as I was going to Wittenberg t'other day, with a load of hay, he met me, and asked me what he should give me for as much hay as he could eat; now, sir, I thinking a little would serve his turn, bad him take as much as he would for three farthings; so he presently gave me my money and fell to eating; and as I am a cursen man, he |