Wag. Why, so thou shalt be whether thou dost it or no: for, sirrah, if thou dost not presently bind thyself to me for seven years, I'll turn all the lice about thee into familiars, and make them tear thee in pieces.

Clown. Nay, sir, you may save yourself a labour, for they are as familiar with me as if they paid for their meat and drink, I can tell you.

Wag. Well, sirrah, leave your jesting, and take these guilders.

Clown. Yes, marry, sir, and I thank you too.

Wag. So now thou art to be at an hour's warning whensoever and wheresoever the devil shall fetch thee. Clown. Here, take your guilders again, I'll none of 'em. Wag. Not I, thou art pressed; prepare thyself, for I will presently raise up two devils to carry thee away. Banio Belcher !

Clown. Belcher! an' Belcher come here, I'll belch him; I am not afraid of a devil.

Enter two Devils.

Wag. How now, sir, will you serve me now?

Clown. Ay, good Wagner, take away the devil[s] then. Wag. Spirits away! now, sirrah, follow me.

[Exeunt Devils. Clown. I will, sir; but hark you, master, will you teach me this conjuring occupation?

Wag. Ay, sirrah, I'll teach thee to turn thyself to a dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat, or anything.

Clown. A dog, or a cat, or a mouse, or a rat! O brave Wagner!

Wag. Villain, call me Master Wagner, and see that you walk attentively, and let your right eye be always diametrally fixed upon my left heel, that thou mayest quasi vestigias nostras insistere.

Clown. Well, sir, I warrant you.

[Exeunt.

After SCENE 6 the following scene is found in ed. 1616:— Enter ROBIN1 with a book.

Robin. 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't, 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; Demy orgon gorgon: keep further from me, O thou illiterate and unlearned hostler !

Dick. 'Snails! what hast thou got there? a book! why, thou can'st not tell ne'er a word on't.

Rob. That thou shalt see presently: keep out of the circle, I say, lest I send you into the ostry with a vengeance. Dick. That's like, faith! you had best leave your foolery, for an my master come, he'll conjure you, faith.

Rob. My master conjure me! I'll tell thee what; an my master come here, I'll clap as fair a pair of horns on his head, as e'er thou sawest in thy life.

1 Old eds. "the clowne."

Dick. Thou need'st not do that, for my mistress hath done it.

Rob. Ay, 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's away.

[Exeunt.

In SCENE 7, after l. 48, the 1616 ed. proceeds as

follows:

Meph. Nay, stay, my Faustus; I know you'd see the

Pope,

And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
The which in state1 and high solemnity

This day is held through Rome and Italy,
In honour of the Pope's triumphant victory.
Faust. Sweet Mephistophilis, thou pleasest me;
Whilst I am here on earth let me be cloyed
With all things that delight the heart of man:
My four-and-twenty years of liberty

1 So eds. 1620, 1624.—Ed. 1616 "this day with."

I'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance,

That Faustus' name, whilst this bright frame doth stand, May be admired through the furthest land.

Meph. 'Tis well said, Faustus; come then, stand by me, And thou shalt see them come immediately.

Faust. Nay, stay, my gentle Mephistophilis,
And grant me my request, and then I go.
Thou know'st within the compass of eight days,
We viewed the face of heaven, of earth, and hell;
So high our dragons soared into the air,
That, looking down, the earth appeared to me
No bigger than my hand in quantity;

There did we view the kingdoms of the world,
And what might please mine eye I there beheld.
Then in this show let me an actor be,
That this proud Pope may Faustus' cunning' see.

Meph. Let it be so, my Faustus, but first stay,
And view their triumphs as they pass this way;
And then devise what best contents thy mind,
By cunning in thine art to cross the Pope,
Or dash the pride of this solemnity;

To make his monks and abbots stand like apes,
And point like antics at his triple crown!
To beat the beads about the friars' pates;
Or clap huge horns upon the cardinals' heads;
Or any villainy thou canst devise,

And I'll perform it, Faustus: hark! they come :
This day shall make thee be admired in Rome.

1 So eds. 1620, 1624.-Ed. 1616 "comming."

Enter the Cardinals and Bishops, some bearing crosiers, some pillars; Monks and Friars singing their procession : then the POPE, RAYMOND, King of Hungary, the ARCHBISHOP OF RHEIMS, with BRUNO led in chains.

Pope. Cast down our footstool.

Ray. Saxon Bruno stoop,

Whilst on thy back his holiness ascends
Saint Peter's chair and state pontifical.

Bru. Proud Lucifer, that state belongs to me;
But thus I fall to Peter, not to thee.

Pope. To me and Peter shalt thou grovelling lie,
And crouch before the papal dignity:

Sound trumpets then, for thus Saint Peter's heir
From Bruno's back ascends Saint Peter's chair.

[A flourish while he ascends.
Thus, as the gods creep on with feet of wool,
Long ere with iron hands they punish men,
So shall our sleeping vengeance now arise,
And smite with death thy hated enterprise.
Lord Cardinals of France and Padua,
Go forthwith to our holy consistory,
And read, amongst the statutes decretal,
What by the holy council held at Trent
The sacred synod hath decreed for him,
That doth assume the papal government
Without election, and a true consent :
Away, and bring us word with speed.

I Card. We go, my lord.
Pope. Lord Raymond.

VOL. I.

[Exeunt Cardinals.

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