Vint. Never deny't, for I know you have it, and I'll

search you.

Rob. Search me? I, and spare not-Hold the cup, Dick-Come, come, search me, search me.

[Vintner searches him.

Vint. Come on, sirrah, let me search you now.

Dick. I, I, do, do-Hold the cup, Robin-I fear not your searching; we scorn to steal your cups, I can tell [Vintner searches him. Vint. Never outface me for the matter; for sure the cup is between you two.

you.

Rob. Nay, there you lie, 'tis beyond us both.

Vint. A plague take you, I thought 'twas your knavery to take it away: come, give it me again.

Rob. I, much! when can you tell ?-Dick, make me a circle, and stand close at my back, and stir not for thy life. Vintner, you shall have your cup anon; say nothing, Dick: [Reads from his book.] O per se, O; Demogorgon; Belcher and Mephistophilis !

Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS.

Meph. You princely legions of infernal rule,
How am I vexèd by these villains' charms!
From Constantinople have they brought me now,
Only for pleasure of these damned slaves.

Rob. By lady, sir, you have had a shrewd journey of it! will it please you to take a shoulder of mutton to supper, and a tester in your purse, and go back again?

Dick. I, I pray you heartily, sir; for we called you but in jest, I promise you.

Meph. To purge the rashness of this cursèd deed, First, be thou turned to this ugly shape;

For apish deeds transformed to an ape.

Rob. O brave! an ape! I pray, sir, let me have the carrying of him about to show some tricks.

Meph. And so thou shalt be thou transformed to a dog, and carry him upon thy back; away! begone!

Rob. A dog! That's excellent! let the maids look well to their porridge-pots, for I'll into the kitchen presently: come, Dick, come. [Exeunt the two Clowns.

Meph. Now with the flames of ever-burning fire, I'll wing myself, and forthwith fly amain.

Unto my Faustus to the Great Turk's court.

[Exit.

After SCENE 9 is found in ed. 1616 the following

Scene:

Enter MARTINO and FREDERICK at several doors.

Mart. What ho! officers, gentlemen!

Hie to the presence to attend the Emperor ;
Good Frederick, see the rooms be voided straight,
His majesty is coming to the hall;

Go back, and see the state in readiness.

Fred. But where is Bruno, our elected Pope,

That on a fury's back came post from Rome?

Will not his grace consort the Emperor?

Mart. O yes: and with him comes the German conjurer, The learned Faustus, fame of Wittenberg;

The wonder of the world for magic art:

And he intends to show great Carolus

The race of all his stout progenitors;

And bring in presence of his majesty,

The royal shapes, and perfect semblances,
Of Alexander and his beauteous paramour.
Fred. Where is Benvolio?

Mart. Fast asleep, I warrant you;

He took his rouse with stoups of Rhenish wine
So kindly yesternight to Bruno's health,

That all this day the sluggard keeps his bed.

Fred. See, see, his window's ope! we'll call to him.
Mart. What ho! Benvolio !

Enter BENVOLIO above, at a window, in his nightcap;
buttoning.

Benv. What a devil ail you two?

Mart. Speak softly, sir, lest the devil hear you :

For Faustus at the court is late arrived,

And at his heels a thousand Furies wait,

To accomplish whatsoever the Doctor please.

Benv. What of this?

Mart. Come, leave thy chamber first, and thou shalt

see

This conjurer perform such rare exploits,

Before the Pope and royal Emperor,

As never yet was seen in Germany.

Benv. Has not the Pope enough of conjuring yet? He was upon the devil's back late enough;

An if he be so far in love with him,

I would he would post with him to Rome again.
Fred. Speak, wilt thou come and see this sport?
Benv. Not I.

Mart. Wilt thou stand in thy window and see it then? Benv. I, an I fall not asleep i' the mean time.

Mart. The Emperor is at hand, who comes to see What wonders by black spells may compassed be.

Benv. Well, go you attend the Emperor: I am content for this once to thrust my head out at a window for they say, if a man be drunk over-night, the devil cannot hurt him in the morning: if that be true, I have a charm in my head shall control him as well as the conjurer, I warrant you. [Exeunt FREDERICK and MARTINO.

SCENE 10 is versified in ed. 1616 as follows:

A sennet.-Enter CHARLES, the German Emperor, BRUNO, SAXONY, FAUSTUS, MEPHISTOPHILIS, FREDERICK, MARTINO, and Attendants.

Emp. Wonder of men, renowned magician,
Thrice-learned Faustus, welcome to our court.
This deed of thine, in setting Bruno free
From his and our professèd enemy,

Shall add more excellence unto thine art
Than if by powerful necromantic spells

Thou could'st command the world's obedience;
For ever be beloved of Carolus ;

And if this Bruno thou hast late redeemed

In peace possess the triple diadem,

And sit in Peter's chair despite of chance,

Thou shall be famous through all Italy,
And honoured of the German Emperor.

Faust. These gracious words, most royal Carolus,

Shall make poor Faustus, to his utmost power,
Both love and serve the German Emperor,
And lay his life at holy Bruno's feet:

For proof whereof, if so your grace be pleased,
The Doctor stands prepared by power of art
To cast his magic charms, that shall pierce through
The ebon gates of ever-burning hell,

And hale the stubborn Furies from their caves,

To compass whatsoe'er your grace commands.

Benv. Blood, he speaks terribly! but for all that, I do not greatly believe him; he looks as like [a] conjurer as the Pope to a costermonger.

Emp. Then, Faustus, as thou late didst promise us, We would behold that famous conqueror,

Great Alexander, and his paramour,

In their true shapes and state majestical,

That we may wonder at their excellence.

Faust. Your majesty shall see them presently.

Mephistophilis, away ;

And with a solemn noise of trumpets' sound

Present before this royal Emperor

Great Alexander and his beauteous paramour.

Meph. Faustus, I will.

Benv. Well, Master Doctor, an your devils come not away quickly, you shall have me asleep presently: zounds! I could eat myself for anger, to think I have been such an ass all this while, to stand gaping after the devil's governor, and can see nothing.

Faust. I'll make you feel something anon, if my art fail

me not.

[Aside.