93andwe'll not pay one penny for it.DICK. O, brave! Prithee,94let's to it presently, for I am asdry as a dog.ROBIN. Come, then, let's away.[Exeunt.]Enter CHORUS.CHORUS. Learned Faustus,To find the secrets of astronomyGraven in the book of Jove's high firmament,Did mount him95up to scale Olympus' top;Where, sitting in a chariot burning bright,Drawn by the strength of yoked dragons' necks,He views96the clouds, the planets, and the stars,The tropic zones, and quarters of the sky,From the bright circle of the horned moonEven to the height of Primum Mobile;And, whirling round with this97circumference,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 stay'd within his quiet house,To rest his bones after his 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;And, as I guess, 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.]Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.FAUSTUS. Having now, my good Mephistophilis,Pass'd with delight the stately town of Trier,Environ'd round98with 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,99Whose banks are set with groves of fruitful vines;Then up to100Naples, rich Campania,Whose buildings fair and gorgeous to the eye,The streets straight forth, and pav'd with finest brick,Quarter the town in four equivalents:101There saw we learned Maro's golden tomb;The way he cut, an English mile in length,Thorough102a rock of stone, in one night's space;From thence to Venice, Padua, and the rest,103In one of which a sumptuous temple stands,That threats the stars with her aspiring top,Whose frame is pav'd with sundry-colour'd stones,And roof'd aloft with curious work in gold.Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time:But tell me104now, what resting-place is this?Hast thou, as erst I did command,Conducted me within the walls of Rome?MEPHIST. 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 privy-chamber for our use.FAUSTUS. I hope his Holiness will bid us105welcome.MEPHIST. All's one, for we'll be bold with his venison.But now, my Faustus, that thou mayst perceiveWhat Rome contains for to delight thine eyes,Know that this city stands upon seven hillsThat underprop the groundwork of the same:Just through106the midst runs flowing 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 call'd Ponte107AngeloErected is a castle passing strong,Where thou shalt see such store of ordnance,As that the double cannons, forg'd of brass,Do match108the number of the days contain'dWithin the compass of one complete year;Beside the gates, and high pyramides,That Julius Caesar brought from Africa.FAUSTUS. Now, by the kingdoms of infernal rule,Of Styx, of Acheron, and the fiery lakeOf ever-burning Phlegethon, I swearThat I do long to see the109monumentsAnd situation of bright-splendent Rome:Come, therefore, let's away.MEPHIST. Nay, stay, my Faustus: I know you'd see the Pope,And take some part of holy Peter's feast,The which, in state and110high solemnity,This day, is held through Rome and Italy,In honour of the Pope's triumphant victory.FAUSTUS. Sweet Mephistophilis, thou pleasest me.Whilst I am here on earth, let me be cloy'dWith all things that delight the heart of man:My four-and-twenty years of libertyI'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance,That Faustus' name, whilst111this bright frame doth stand,May be admir'd thorough112the furthest land.MEPHIST. 'Tis well said, Faustus. Come, then, stand by me,And thou shalt see them come immediately.FAUSTUS. Nay, stay, my gentle Mephistophilis,And grant me my113request, and then I go.Thou know'st, within the compass of eight daysWe view'd the face of heaven, of earth, and hell;So high our dragons soar'd into the air,That, looking down, the earth appear'd to meNo 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' cunning114see.MEPHIST. 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 this115solemnity;To make his monks and abbots stand like apes,And point like antics at116his triple crown;To beat the beads about the friars' pates,Or clap huge horns upon the Cardinals' heads;Or any villany thou canst devise;And I'll perform it,117Faustus. Hark! they come:This day shall make thee be admir'd in Rome.Enter the CARDINALS and BISHOPS, some bearing crosiers, somethe pillars; MONKS and FRIARS, singing their procession;then the POPE, RAYMOND king of Hungary, the ARCHBISHOPOF RHEIMS, BRUNO led in chains, and ATTENDANTS.POPE. Cast down our footstool.RAYMOND. Saxon Bruno, stoop,Whilst on thy back his Holiness ascendsSaint Peter's chair and state pontifical.BRUNO. 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.118—Lord Cardinals of France and Padua,Go forthwith to our119holy consistory,And read, amongst the statutes decretal,What, by the holy council held at Trent,The sacred synod hath decreed for himThat doth assume the Papal governmentWithout election and a true consent:Away, and bring us word with speed.CARDINAL OF FRANCE. We go, my lord.[Exeunt CARDINALS of France and Padua.]POPE. Lord Raymond.[They converse in dumb show.]FAUSTUS. Go, haste thee, gentle Mephistophilis,Follow the cardinals to the consistory;And, as they turn their superstitious books,Strike them with sloth and drowsy idleness,And make them sleep so sound, that in their shapesThyself and I may parley with this120Pope,This proud confronter of the Emperor;And, in despite of all his holiness,Restore this Bruno to his liberty,And bear him to the states of Germany.MEPHIST. Faustus, I go.FAUSTUS. Despatch it soon:The Pope shall curse, that Faustus came to Rome.[Exeunt FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.]BRUNO. Pope Adrian, let me have right121of law:I was elected by the Emperor.POPE. We will depose the Emperor for that deed,And curse the people that submit to him:Both he and thou shall122stand excommunicate,And interdict from church's privilegeAnd all society of holy men.He grows too proud in his authority,Lifting his lofty head above the clouds,And, like a steeple, overpeers the church:But we'll pull down his haughty insolence;And, as Pope Alexander, our progenitor,Trod on the neck of German Frederick,Adding this golden sentence to our praise,"That Peter's heirs should tread on Emperors,And walk upon the dreadful adder's back,Treading the lion and the dragon down,And fearless spurn the killing basilisk,"So will we quell that haughty schismatic,And, by authority apostolical,Depose him from his regal government.BRUNO. Pope Julius swore to princely Sigismond,For him and the succeeding Popes of Rome,To hold the Emperors their lawful lords.POPE. Pope Julius did abuse the church's rights,And therefore none of his decrees can stand.Is not all power on earth bestow'd on us?And therefore, though we would, we cannot err.Behold this silver belt, whereto is fix'dSeven golden seals, fast sealed with seven seals,In token of our seven-fold power from heaven,To bind or loose, lock fast, condemn or judge,Resign or seal, or what so pleaseth us:Then he and thou, and all the world, shall stoop,Or be assured of our dreadful curse,To light as heavy as the pains of hell.Re-enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS, in the shapes of theCARDINALS of France and Padua.MEPHIST. Now tell me, Faustus, are we not fitted well?FAUSTUS. Yes, Mephistophilis; and two such cardinalsNe'er serv'd a holy Pope as we shall do.But, whilst they sleep within the consistory,Let us salute his reverend fatherhood.RAYMOND. Behold, my lord, the Cardinals are return'd.POPE. Welcome, grave fathers: answer presentlyWhat hath123our holy council there decreedConcerning Bruno and the Emperor,In quittance of their late conspiracyAgainst our state and papal dignity?FAUSTUS. Most sacred patron of the church of Rome,By full consent of all the synod124Of priests and prelates, it is thus decreed,—That Bruno and the German EmperorBe held as Lollards and bold schismatics,And proud disturbers of the church's peace;And if that Bruno, by his own assent,Without enforcement of the German peers,Did seek to wear the triple diadem,And by your death to climb Saint Peter's chair,The statutes decretal have thus decreed,—He shall be straight condemn'd of heresy,And on a pile of faggots burnt to death.POPE. It is enough. Here, take him to your charge,And bear him straight to Ponte125Angelo,And in the strongest tower enclose him fast.To-morrow, sitting in our consistory,With all our college of grave cardinals,We will determine of his life or death.Here, take his126triple crown along with you,And leave it in the church's treasury.Make haste again, my good Lord Cardinals,And take our blessing apostolical.MEPHIST. So, so; was never devil thus bless'd before.FAUSTUS. Away, sweet Mephistophilis, be gone;The Cardinals will be plagu'd for this anon.[Exeunt FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS with BRUNO.]POPE. Go presently and bring a banquet forth,That we may solemnize Saint Peter's feast,And with Lord Raymond, King of Hungary,Drink to our late and happy victory.A Sennet127while the banquet is brought in; and then enterFAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS in their own shapes.MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for mirth:The sleepy Cardinals are hard at hand,To censure Bruno, that is posted hence,And on a proud-pac'd steed, as swift as thought,Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany,There to salute the woful Emperor.FAUSTUS. The Pope will curse them for their sloth to-day,That slept both Bruno and his crown away.But now, that Faustus may delight his mind,And by their folly make some merriment,Sweet Mephistophilis, so charm me here,That I may walk invisible to all,And do whate'er I please, unseen of any.MEPHIST. Faustus, thou shalt: then kneel down presently,Whilst on thy head I lay my hand,And charm thee with this magic wand.First, wear this girdle; then appearInvisible to all are here:The planets seven, the gloomy air,Hell, and the Furies' forked hair,Pluto's blue fire, and Hecat's tree,With magic spells so compass thee,That no eye may thy body see!So, Faustus, now, for all their holiness,Do what thou wilt, thou shalt not be discern'd.FAUSTUS. Thanks, Mephistophilis.—Now, friars, take heed,Lest Faustus make your shaven crowns to bleed.MEPHIST. Faustus, no more: see, where the Cardinals come!Re-enter the CARDINALS of France and Padua with a book.POPE. Welcome, Lord Cardinals; come, sit down.—Lord Raymond, take your seat.—Friars, attend,And see that all things be128in readiness,As best beseems this solemn festival.CARDINAL OF FRANCE. First, may it please your sacred HolinessTo view the sentence of the reverend synodConcerning Bruno and the Emperor?POPE. What needs this question? did I not tell you,To-morrow we would sit i' the consistory,And there determine of his punishment?You brought us word even now, it was decreedThat Bruno and the cursed EmperorWere by the holy council both condemn'dFor loathed Lollards and base schismatics:Then wherefore would you have me view that book?CARDINAL OF FRANCE. Your grace mistakes; you gave us no such charge.RAYMOND. Deny it not; we all are witnessesThat Bruno here was late deliver'd you,With his rich triple crown to be reserv'dAnd put into the church's treasury.BOTH CARDINALS. By holy Paul, we saw them not!POPE. By Peter, you shall die,Unless you bring them forth immediately!—Hale them to129prison, lade their limbs with gyves.—False prelates, for this hateful treacheryCurs'd be your souls to hellish misery![Exeunt ATTENDANTS with the two CARDINALS.]FAUSTUS. So, they are safe. Now, Faustus, to the feast:The Pope had never such a frolic guest.POPE. Lord Archbishop of Rheims, sit down with us.ARCHBISHOP.130I thank your Holiness.FAUSTUS. Fall to; the devil choke you,131an you spare!POPE. Who is that spoke?—Friars, look about.—Lord Raymond, pray, fall to. I am beholding132To the Bishop of Milan for this so rare a present.FAUSTUS. I thank you, sir.[Snatches the dish.]POPE. How now! who snatch'd the meat from me?Villains, why speak you not?—My good Lord Archbishop, here's a most dainty dishWas sent me from a cardinal in France.FAUSTUS. I'll have that too.[Snatches the dish.]POPE. What Lollards do attend our holiness,That we receive such133great indignity?Fetch me some wine.FAUSTUS. Ay, pray, do, for Faustus is a-dry.POPE. Lord Raymond,I drink unto your grace.FAUSTUS. I pledge your grace.[Snatches the cup.]POPE. My wine gone too!—Ye lubbers, look about,And find the man that doth this villany,Or, by our sanctitude, you all shall die!—I pray, my lords, have patience at thisTroublesome banquet.ARCHBISHOP. Please it134your Holiness, I think it be some ghostcrept out of Purgatory, and now is come unto your Holiness for hispardon.POPE. It may be so.—Go, then, command our priests to sing a dirge,To lay the fury of this same troublesome ghost.[Exit an ATTENDANT.—The POPE crosses himself.]FAUSTUS. How now! must every bit be spic'd with a cross?—Nay, then, take that.[Strikes the POPE.]POPE. O, I am slain!—Help me, my lords!O, come and help to bear my body hence!—Damn'd be his135soul for ever for this deed![Exeunt all except FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.]MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, what will you do now? for I can tell youyou'll be cursed with bell, book, and candle.FAUSTUS. Bell, book, and candle,—candle, book, and bell,—Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell!Re-enter the FRIARS, with bell, book, and candle, for theDirge.FIRST FRIAR. Come, brethren, lets about our business with gooddevotion.[They sing.]CURSED BE HE THAT STOLE HIS HOLINESS' MEAT FROM THE TABLE!maledicat Dominus!CURSED BE HE THAT STRUCK136HIS HOLINESS A BLOW ON137THEFACE! maledicat Dominus!CURSED BE HE THAT STRUCK FRIAR SANDELO A BLOW ON THE PATE!maledicat Dominus!CURSED BE HE THAT DISTURBETH OUR HOLY DIRGE! maledicatDominus!CURSED BE HE THAT TOOK AWAY HIS HOLINESS' WINE! maledicatDominus![MEPHISTOPHILIS and FAUSTUS beat the FRIARS, and flingfire-works among them, and exeunt.]Enter ROBIN and DICK with a cup.DICK. Sirrah Robin, we were best look that your devil can answerthe stealing of this same138cup, for the Vintner's boy followsus at the hard heels.139ROBIN. 'Tis no matter; let him come: an he follow us, I'll soconjure him as he was never conjured in his life, I warrant him.Let me see the cup.DICK. Here 'tis.[Gives the cup to ROBIN.]Yonder he comes: now, Robin, now or never shew thy cunning.Enter VINTNER.140VINTNER. O, are you here? I am glad I have found you. You area couple of fine companions: pray, where's the cup you stolefrom the tavern?ROBIN. How, how! we steal a cup! take heed what you say: we looknot like cup-stealers, I can tell you.VINTNER. Never deny't, for I know you have it; and I'll search you.ROBIN. Search me! ay, and spare not.—Hold the cup, Dick [Aside to DICK, giving him the cup].—Come, come, search me, search me.[VINTNER searches him.]VINTNER. Come on, sirrah, let me search you now.DICK. Ay, ay, do, do.—Hold the cup, Robin [Aside to ROBIN, giving him the cup].—I fear not your searching: we scorn to steal your141cups,I can tell you.[VINTNER searches him.]VINTNER. Never out-face me for the matter; for, sure, the cupis between you two.ROBIN. Nay, there you lie; 'tis beyond us both.VINTNER. A plague take you! I thought 'twas your knavery to takeit away: come, give it me again.ROBIN. Ay, much!142when, 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 froma book] O per se, O; Demogorgon; Belcher, and Mephistophilis!Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS.MEPHIST. You princely legions of infernal rule,How am I vexed by these villains' charms!From Constantinople have they brought me now,Only for pleasure of these damned slaves.[Exit VINTNER.]ROBIN. By lady,143sir, you have had a shrewd journey of it!will it please you to144take a shoulder of mutton to supper,and a tester145in your purse, and go back again?DICK. Ay, I pray you heartily, sir; for we called you but in jest,I promise you.MEPHIST. To purge the rashness of this cursed deed,First, be thou turned to this ugly shape,For apish deeds transformed to an ape.ROBIN. O, brave! an ape! I pray, sir, let me have the carryingof him about, to shew some tricks.MEPHIST. And so thou shalt: be thou transformed to a dog, andcarry him upon thy back. Away! be gone!ROBIN. A dog! that's excellent: let the maids look well to theirporridge-pots, for I'll into the kitchen presently.—Come, Dick,come.[Exeunt ROBIN and DICK.]MEPHIST. Now with the flames of ever-burning fireI'll wing myself, and forthwith fly amain(sic)Unto my Faustus, to the Great Turk's court.[Exit.]Enter MARTINO and FREDERICK at several doors.MARTINO. 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 state146in readiness.FREDERICK. But where is Bruno, our elected Pope,That on a Fury's back came post from Rome?Will not his grace consort the Emperor?MARTINO. 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 shew great CarolusThe race of all his stout progenitors,And bring in presence of his majestyThe royal shapes and perfect147semblancesOf Alexander and his beauteous paramour.FREDERICK. Where is Benvolio?MARTINO. Fast asleep, I warrant you;He took his rouse148with stoops of Rhenish wineSo kindly yesternight to Bruno's health,That all this day the sluggard keeps his bed.FREDERICK. See, see, his window's ope! we'll call to him.MARTINO. What, ho! Benvolio!Enter BENVOLIO above, at a window, in his nightcap, buttoning.BENVOLIO. What a devil ail you two?MARTINO. Speak softly, sir, lest the devil hear you;For Faustus at the court is late arriv'd,And at his heels a149thousand Furies wait,To accomplish whatsoe'er the doctor please.BENVOLIO. What of this?MARTINO. Come, leave thy chamber first, and thou shalt seeThis conjurer perform such rare exploits,Before the Pope and royal Emperor,As never yet was seen in Germany.BENVOLIO. 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!FREDERICK. Speak, wilt thou come and see this sport?BENVOLIO. Not I.MARTINO. Wilt thou stand in thy window, and see it, then?BENVOLIO. Ay, an I fall not asleep i' the mean time.MARTINO. The Emperor is at hand, who comes to seeWhat wonders by black spells may compass'd be.BENVOLIO. Well, go you attend the Emperor. I am content, forthis once, to thrust my head out at a150window; for theysay, if a man be drunk over night, the devil cannot hurt himin 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.]A Sennet. Enter CHARLES the German Emperor, BRUNO,DUKE OF SAXONY, FAUSTUS, MEPHISTOPHILIS, FREDERICK,MARTINO, and Attendants.EMPEROR. Wonder of men, renowm'd151magician,Thrice-learned Faustus, welcome to our court.This deed of thine, in setting Bruno freeFrom his and our professed enemy,Shall add more excellence unto thine artThan if by powerful necromantic spellsThou couldst command the world's obedience:For ever be belov'd of Carolus!And if this Bruno, thou hast late redeem'd,In peace possess the triple diadem,And sit in Peter's chair, despite of chance,Thou shalt be famous through152all Italy,And honour'd of the German Emperor.FAUSTUS. These153gracious 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 pleas'd,The doctor stands prepar'd by power of artTo cast his magic charms, that shall pierce through154The ebon gates of ever-burning hell,And hale the stubborn Furies from their caves,To compass whatsoe'er your grace commands.BENVOLIO. Blood, he speaks terribly! but, for all that, I do notgreatly believe him: he looks as like a155conjurer as the Popeto a costermonger. [Aside.]EMPEROR. 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.FAUSTUS. Your majesty shall see them presently.—Mephistophilis, away,And, with a solemn noise of trumpets' sound,Present before this156royal EmperorGreat Alexander and his beauteous paramour.MEPHIST. Faustus, I will.[Exit.]BENVOLIO. Well, Master Doctor, an your devils come not awayquickly, you shall have me asleep presently: zounds, I couldeat myself for anger, to think I have been such an ass all thiswhile, to stand gaping after the devil's governor, and can seenothing!FAUSTUS.I'll make you feel something anon, if my art fail me not.—My lord, I must forewarn your majesty,That, when my spirits present the royal shapesOf Alexander and his paramour,Your grace demand157no questions of the king,But in dumb silence let them come and go.EMPEROR. Be it as Faustus please; we are content.BENVOLIO. Ay, ay, and I am content too: an thou bring Alexanderand his paramour before the Emperor, I'll be Actaeon, and turnmyself to a stag.FAUSTUS. And I'll play Diana, and send you the horns presently.Sennet. Enter, at one door,158the EMPEROR ALEXANDER, atthe other, DARIUS. They meet. DARIUS is thrown down;ALEXANDER kills him, takes off his crown, and, offering togo out, his PARAMOUR meets him. He embraceth her, and setsDARIUS' crown upon her head; and, coming back, both salutethe EMPEROR, who, leaving his state,159offers to embracethem; which FAUSTUS seeing, suddenly stays him. Then trumpetscease, and music sounds.My gracious lord, you do forget yourself;These160are but shadows, not substantial.EMPEROR. O, pardon me! my thoughts are so ravish'dWith sight of this renowmed161emperor,That in mine arms I would have compass'd him.But, Faustus, since I may not speak to them,To satisfy my longing thoughts162at full,Let me this tell thee: I have heard it saidThat this fair lady, whilst163she liv'd on earth,Had on her neck a little wart or mole;How may I prove that saying to be true?FAUSTUS. Your majesty may boldly go and see.EMPEROR. Faustus, I see it plain;And in this sight thou better pleasest meThan if I gain'd164another monarchy.FAUSTUS. Away! be gone! [Exit show.]—See, see, my graciouslord! what strange beast is yon, that thrusts his head out atwindow?165EMPEROR. O, wondrous sight!—See, Duke of Saxony,Two spreading horns most strangely fastenedUpon the head of young Benvolio!SAXONY. What, is he asleep or dead?FAUSTUS. He sleeps, my lord; but dreams not of his horns.EMPEROR. This sport is excellent: we'll call and wake him.—What, ho, Benvolio!BENVOLIO. A plague upon you! let me sleep a while.EMPEROR. I blame thee not to sleep much, having such a head ofthine own.SAXONY. Look up, Benvolio; 'tis the Emperor calls.BENVOLIO. The Emperor! where?—O, zounds, my head!EMPEROR. Nay, an thy horns hold, 'tis no matter for thy head,for that's armed sufficiently.FAUSTUS. Why, how now, Sir Knight! what, hanged by the horns!this is166most horrible: fie, fie, pull in your head, forshame! let not all the world wonder at you.BENVOLIO. Zounds, doctor, this is167your villany!FAUSTUS. O, say not so, sir! the doctor has no skill,No art, no cunning, to present these lords,Or bring before this royal EmperorThe mighty monarch, warlike Alexander.If Faustus do it, you are straight resolv'd,In bold Actaeon's shape, to turn a stag:—And therefore, my lord, so please your majesty,I'll raise a kennel of hounds shall hunt him soAs168all his footmanship shall scarce prevailTo keep his carcass from their bloody fangs.—Ho, Belimoth, Argiron, Asteroth!169BENVOLIO. Hold, hold!—Zounds, he'll raise up a kennel of devils,I think, anon.—Good my lord, entreat for me.—'Sblood, I am neverable to endure these torments.EMPEROR. Then, good Master Doctor,Let me entreat you to remove his horns;He has170done penance now sufficiently.FAUSTUS. My gracious lord, not so much for injury done to me,as to delight your majesty with some mirth, hath Faustus justlyrequited this injurious knight; which being all I desire, I amcontent to remove his horns.171—Mephistophilis, transform him[MEPHISTOPHILIS removes the horns]:—and hereafter, sir,172look you speak well of scholars.BENVOLIO. Speak well of ye! 'sblood, an scholars be suchcuckold-makers, to clap horns of173honest men's heads o' thisorder, I'll ne'er trust smooth faces and small ruffs more.—But,an I be not revenged for this, would I might be turned to agaping oyster, and drink nothing but salt water![Aside, and then exit above.]EMPEROR. Come, Faustus: while the Emperor lives,In recompense of this thy high desert,Thou shalt command the state of Germany,And live belov'd of mighty Carolus.[Exeunt.]Enter BENVOLIO, MARTINO, FREDERICK, and SOLDIERS.MARTINO. Nay, sweet Benvolio, let us sway174thy thoughtsFrom this attempt against the conjurer.175BENVOLIO. Away! you love me not, to urge me thus:Shall I let slip so great an injury,When every servile groom jests at my wrongs,And in their rustic gambols proudly say,"Benvolio's head was grac'd with horns today?"O, may these eyelids never close again,Till with my sword I have that176conjurer slain!If you will aid me in this enterprise,Then draw your weapons and be resolute;If not, depart: here will Benvolio die,But Faustus' death shall quit my177infamy.FREDERICK. Nay, we will stay with thee, betide what may,And kill that178doctor, if he come this way.BENVOLIO. Then, gentle Frederick, hie thee to the grove,And place our servants and our followersClose in an179ambush there behind the trees.By this, I know the conjurer is near:I saw him kneel, and kiss the Emperor's hand,And take his leave, laden with rich rewards.Then, soldiers, boldly180fight: if Faustus die,Take you the wealth, leave us the victory.FREDERICK. Come, soldiers, follow me unto the grove:Who kills him shall have gold and endless love.[Exit FREDERICK with SOLDIERS.]BENVOLIO. My head is lighter, than it was, by the horns;But yet my heart's181more ponderous than my head,And pants until I see that182conjurer dead.MARTINO. Where shall we place ourselves, Benvolio?BENVOLIO. Here will we stay to bide the first assault:O, were that damned hell-hound but in place,Thou soon shouldst see me quit my foul disgrace!Re-enter FREDERICK.FREDERICK. Close, close! the conjurer is at hand,And all alone comes walking in his gown;Be ready, then, and strike the183peasant down.BENVOLIO. Mine be that honour, then. Now, sword, strike home!For horns he gave I'll have his head anon.MARTINO. See, see, he comes!Enter FAUSTUS with a false head.BENVOLIO. No words. This blow ends all:Hell take his soul! his body thus must fall.[Stabs FAUSTUS.]FAUSTUS. [falling.] O!FREDERICK. Groan you, Master Doctor?BENVOLIO. Break may his heart with groans!—Dear Frederick, see,Thus will I end his griefs immediately.MARTINO. Strike with a willing hand.[BENVOLIO strikes off FAUSTUS' head.]His head is off.BENVOLIO. The devil's dead; the Furies now184may laugh.FREDERICK. Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown,Made the grim monarch of infernal spiritsTremble and quake at his commanding charms?MARTINO. Was this that damned head, whose art185conspir'dBenvolio's shame before the Emperor?BENVOLIO. Ay, that's the head, and there186the body lies,Justly rewarded for his villanies.FREDERICK. Come, let's devise how we may add more shameTo the black scandal of his hated name.BENVOLIO. First, on his head, in quittance of my wrongs,I'll nail huge forked horns, and let them hangWithin the window where he yok'd me first,That all the world may see my just revenge.MARTINO. What use shall we put his beard to?BENVOLIO. We'll sell it to a chimney-sweeper: it will wear outten birchen brooms, I warrant you.FREDERICK. What shall his187eyes do?BENVOLIO. We'll pull188out his eyes; and they shall serve forbuttons to his lips, to keep his tongue from catching cold.MARTINO. An excellent policy! and now, sirs, having divided him,what shall the body do?[FAUSTUS rises.]BENVOLIO. Zounds, the devil's alive again!FREDERICK. Give him his head, for God's sake.FAUSTUS. Nay, keep it: Faustus will have heads and hands,Ay, all189your hearts to recompense this deed.Knew you not, traitors, I was limitedFor four-and-twenty years to breathe on earth?And, had you cut my body with your swords,Or hew'd this flesh and bones as small as sand,Yet in a minute had my spirit return'd,And I had breath'd a man, made free from harm.But wherefore do I dally my revenge?—Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephistophilis?Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS, and other Devils.Go, horse these traitors on your fiery backs,And mount aloft with them as high as heaven:Thence pitch them headlong to the lowest hell.Yet, stay: the world shall see their misery,And hell shall after plague their treachery.Go, Belimoth, and take this caitiff hence,And hurl him in some lake of mud and dirt.Take thou this other, drag him through190the woodsAmongst191the pricking thorns and sharpest briers;Whilst, with my gentle Mephistophilis,This traitor flies unto some steepy rock,That, rolling down, may break the villain's bones,As he intended to dismember me.Fly hence; despatch my charge immediately.FREDERICK. Pity us, gentle Faustus! save our lives!FAUSTUS. Away!FREDERICK. He must needs go that the devil drives.[Exeunt MEPHISTOPHILIS and DEVILS with BENVOLIO, MARTINO,and FREDERICK.]Enter the ambushed SOLDIERS.192FIRST SOLDIER. Come, sirs, prepare yourselves in readiness;Make haste to help these noble gentlemen:I heard them parley with the conjurer.SECOND SOLDIER. See, where he comes! despatch and kill the slave.FAUSTUS. What's here? an ambush to betray my life!Then, Faustus, try thy skill.—Base peasants, stand!For, lo, these193trees remove at my command,And stand as bulwarks 'twixt yourselves and me,To shield me from your hated treachery!Yet, to encounter this your weak attempt,Behold, an army comes incontinent!FAUSTUS strikes the door,194and enter a DEVIL playingon a drum; after him another, bearing an ensign; and diverswith weapons; MEPHISTOPHILIS with fire-works. They set uponthe SOLDIERS, drive them out, and exeunt.Enter, at several doors, BENVOLIO, FREDERICK, and MARTINO,their heads and faces bloody, and besmeared with mud anddirt; all having horns on their heads.MARTINO. What, ho, Benvolio!BENVOLIO. Here.—What, Frederick, ho!FREDERICK. O, help me, gentle friend!—Where is Martino?MARTINO. Dear Frederick, here,Half smother'd in a lake of mud and dirt,Through which the Furies dragg'd me by the heels.FREDERICK. Martino, see, Benvolio's horns again!MARTINO. O, misery!—How now, Benvolio!BENVOLIO. Defend me, heaven! shall I be haunted still?MARTINO. Nay, fear not, man; we have no power to kill.BENVOLIO. My friends transformed thus! O, hellish spite!Your heads are all set with horns.FREDERICK. You hit it right;It is your own you mean; feel on your head.BENVOLIO. Zounds,195horns again!MARTINO. Nay, chafe not, man; we all are196sped.BENVOLIO. What devil attends this damn'd magician,That, spite of spite, our wrongs are doubled?FREDERICK. What may we do, that we may hide our shames?BENVOLIO. 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.MARTINO. What shall we, then, do, dear Benvolio?BENVOLIO. I have a castle joining near these woods;And thither we'll repair, and live obscure,Till time shall alter these197our brutish shapes:Sith black disgrace hath thus eclips'd our fame,We'll rather die with grief than live with shame.[Exeunt.]Enter FAUSTUS, a HORSE-COURSER, and MEPHISTOPHILIS.HORSE-COURSER. I beseech your worship, accept of these forty dollars.FAUSTUS. Friend, thou canst not buy so good a horse for so smalla price. I have no great need to sell him: but, if thou likesthim for ten dollars more, take him, because I see thou hast agood mind to him.HORSE-COURSER. I beseech you, sir, accept of this: I am a verypoor man, and have lost very much of late by horse-flesh, andthis bargain will set me up again.FAUSTUS. Well, I will not stand with thee: give me the money[HORSE-COURSER gives FAUSTUS the money]. Now, sirrah, I musttell you that you may ride him o'er hedge and ditch, and sparehim not; but, do you hear? in any case, ride him not into thewater.