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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.


Learned Faustus, to find the secrets of astronomy,
Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament,
Did mount him up to scale Olympus' top;
Where sitting in a chariot burning bright,
Drawn by the strength of yoked dragons' necks,
He views the clouds, the planets, and the stars,
The tropic zones, and quarters of the sky,
From the bright circle of the horned moon,
Even to the height of Primum Mobile,
And whirling round of this circumference,
Within the concave compass of the pole.
From East to West his dragons swiftly glide,
And in eight days did bring him home again :
Not long he staid within his quiet house,
To rest his bones after this weary toil;

But new exploits do hale him out again :
And mounted then upon a dragon's back,
That with his wings did part the subtle air,
He now is gone to prove cosmography,
That measures coasts and kingdoms of the earth ;


will first arrive at Rome,
To see the Pope and manner of his court,
And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
The which this day is highly solemniz'd. (Exit.

And as

Faust. Having now, my good Mephostophilis,
Past with delight the stately town of Trier,
Environ'd round with airy mountain tops,
With walls of flint, and deep entrenched lakes,
Not to be won by any conquering Prince;
From Paris next, coasting the realm of France,
We saw the river Maine fall into Rhine,
Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines.
Then unto Naples; rich Campania,
Whose buildings fair, and gorgeous to the eye,
The streets straight forth, and paved with finest

There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb,
The way he cut an English mile in length,
Thorough a rock of stone in one night's space.
From thence to Venice, Padua, and the East;
In one of which a sumptuous temple stands,
That threats the stars with her aspiring top ;

Whose frame is pared with sundry coloured stones,
And rooft aloft with curious work in gold :
Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time.
But tell me now what resting place is this?
Hast thou, as erst I did command,
Conducted me within the walls of Rome?

Meph. I have, my Faustus, and for proof thereof,
This is the goodly palace of the Pope:
And, 'cause we are no common guests,
I choose his private chamber for our use.
Faust. I hope his holiness will bid you

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,

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