Act II, Scene iii
 Enter ROBIN,<88> 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. |
| ROBIN. I walk the horses! I scorn't, faith:<89> I have other |
| matters in hand: let the horses walk themselves, an they will.— |
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[Reads.]
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| 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 canst |
| not tell<90> ne'er a word on't. |
| ROBIN. 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. |
| ROBIN. My master conjure me! I'll tell thee what; an my master |
| come here, I'll clap as fair a<91> pair of horns on's head as |
| e'er thou sawest in thy life. |
| DICK. Thou need'st<92> not do that, for my mistress hath done it. |
| ROBIN. 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? |
| ROBIN. 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, |
| muscadine, malmsey, and whippincrust, hold, belly, hold;<93> and |
| we'll not pay one penny for it. |
| DICK. 0, brave! Prithee,<94> let's to it presently, for I am as |
| dry as a dog. |
| ROBIN. Come, then, let's away. |
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[Exeunt.]
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| Enter CHORUS.: |
| CHORUS. Learned Faustus, |
| To find the secrets of astronomy |
| Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament, |
| Did mount him<95> up to scale Olympus' top; |
| Where, sitting in a chariot burning bright, |
| Drawn by the strength of yoked dragons' necks, |
| He views<96> 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 with this<97> 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 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. |
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[Exit.]
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