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Heigho! I'll not speak a word more for a king's
Faust. And what art thou, Mistress Minx, the seventh, and last?
Letch. Who, I, sir ? I am one that loves an inch of raw mutton, better than an ell of fried stock fish; and the first letter of my name begins with Letchery. Luci. Away to hell, away! On piper.
[Exeunt the seven Sins. Faust. Oh ! how this sight doth delight my soul.
Luci. But, Faustus, in hell are all manner of delights.
Faust. Oh! might I see hell, and return again safe; how happy were I then !
Luci. Faustus, thou shalt: At midnight I will send for thee: meanwhile Peruse this book and view it thoroughly, And thou shalt turn thyself into what shape thou
wilt. Faust. Thanks, mighty Lucifer ! This will I keep as chary as my life.
Lucr. Now, Faustus, farewell.
Faust. Farewell, great Lucifer. Come, Mephostophilis. [Ereunt several ways.
Enter the Clown. Clown. What, Dick ! look to the horses there till I come again; I have gotten one of Doctor
Faustus' conjuring books, and now we'll have such knavery as 't passes.
Enter Dick. Dick. What, Robin ! you must come away and walk the horses.
Rob. I walk the horses! I scorn i'faith; I have other matters in hand; let the horses walk themselves an they will. A per se a, t. h. e. the ; o per se o deny orgon gorgon : keep further from me, O thou illiterate and unlearned hostler !
Dick. Snails! what hast thou got there ? a book! why thou canst not tell ne'er a word on't.
Rob. That shalt thou see presently: keep out of the circle, I say, lest I send you into the ostry with a vengeance.
Dick. That's like i'faith! you had better leave your foolery, for an my master come, he'll conjure you i' faith.
Rob. My master conjure me! I'll tell thee what ; an my master come here, I'll clap a fair pair of horns on his head, as e'er thou sawest in thy life.
Dick. Thou need'st not do that, for my mistress hath done it.
Rob. Ah! there be of us here that have waded as deep into matters as other men, if they were disposed to talk.
Dick. A plague take you, I thought you did not sneak up and down after her for nothing. But, I prithee, tell me in good sadness, Robin, is that a conjuring book?
Rob. Do but speak what thou'lt have me to do, and I'll do't: if thou'lt dance naked, put off thy clothes, and I'll conjure thee about presently; or if thou'lt go but to the tavern with me, I'll give thee white wine, red wine, claret wine, sack, muskadine, malmsey, and whippincrust; hold, belly, hold, and we'll not pay one penny for it.
Dick. O brave! Prithee let's to it presently, for I am as dry as a dog.
Rob. Come, then, let us away. (Eseunt.
ACT THE THIRD.
But new exploits do hale him out again :
will first arrive at Rome,
Whose frame is pared with sundry coloured stones,
Meph. I have, my Faustus, and for proof thereof,
welcome. Meph. All's one, for we'll be bold with his
venison. But now, my Faustus, that thou may'st perceive, What Rome contains for to delight thine eyes; Know that this city stands upon seven hills, That underprop the groundwork of the same: Just through the midst runs Aowing Tiber's stream, With winding banks that cut it in two parts; Over the which two stately bridges lean, That make safe passage to each part of Rome. Upon the bridge, callid Ponto Angelo, Erected is a castle passing strong, Where thou shalt see such store of ordnance, As, that the double cannons forged of brass, Do match the number of the days contain'd Within the compass of one complete year; Beside the gates and high pyramedes, That Julius Cæsar brought from Africa.
Faust. Now by the kingdoms of infernal rule,