For lo, these trees remove at my command, [FAUSTUS strikes the door, and enter a Devil play- [SCENE Xb.] 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 smothered in a lake of mud and dirt, Through which the Furies dragged me by the heels. Mart. O, 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: O, hellish spite ! Your heads are all set with horns. Fred. You hit it right, It is your own you mean: feel on your head. 1 The stage-door. Benv. Zounds!1 horns again! Mart. Nay, chafe not, man, we all are sped. Benv. What devil attends this damned 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 these 2 our brutish shapes: Sith black disgrace hath thus eclipsed our fame, We'll rather die with grief than live with shame. [Exeunt omnes. SCENE XI. runs as follows in ed. 1616:— Enter FAUSTUS and the Horse-Courser, and MEPHIS TOPHILIS. Horse-C. 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-C. I beseech you, sir, accept of this: I am a very poor man, and have lost very much of late by horseflesh, and this bargain will set me up again. 1 So eds. 1620, 1624.—Ed. 1616 "Zons." 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-C. 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, or where thou wilt, but not into the water. Go, bid the hostler deliver him unto you, and remember what I say. Horse-C. I warrant you, sir: O! joyful day: now am I made a man for ever! [Exit. Faust. What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemned to die? Thy fatal time draws to a final end; Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts: [He sits to sleep. Enter the Horse-Courser wet. Horse-C. O! what a cozening Doctor was this! I riding my horse into the water, thinking some hidden mystery had been in the horse, I had nothing 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. O help, help, the villain hath murdered me! Horse-C. Murder or not murder, now he has but one leg I'll outrun him, and cast this leg into some ditch or other. [He runs off. Faust. Stop him! stop him! stop him :-ha, ha, ha! Faustus hath his leg again, and the Horse-Courser 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. Here follows a scene not found in the two earlier 4tos. Enter ROBIN, 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 guess?1 welcome. Rob. Sirrah, Dick, dost thou know why I stand so mute? Dick. No, Robin, why is't? 1 Guests. Rob. I am eighteen-pence on the score; but say nothing; see if she have forgotten me. Host. Who's this, that stands so solemnly by himself? What, my old guest? Rob. O hostess, how do you do? I hope my score stands still. Host. Ay, 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, sir, I'll tell you the bravest tale how a conjurer served me; you know Doctor Faustus? Horse-C. Ay, 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 that 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 never left eating till he had eat up all my load of hay. All. O, monstrous! eat a whole load of hay? Rob. Yes, yes, that may be; for I have heard of one that has eat a load of logs. Horse-C. Now, sirs, you shall hear how villainously he served me: I went to him yesterday to buy a horse of |
