The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (A Text)

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Enter ROBIN the Ostler with a book in his hand.
Robin.
O, this is admirable! here I ha' stolen one of Dr. Faustus's conjuring books, and i' faith I mean to search some circles for my own use. Now will I make
all the maidens in our parish dance at my pleasure, stark naked before me; and so by that means I shall see more than e'er I felt or saw yet.
Enter RALPH calling ROBIN.
Ralph.
Robin, prithee come away; there's a gentleman tarries to have his horse, and he would have his things rubbed and made clean: he keeps such a chafing with my mistress about it; and she has sent me to look thee out; prithee come away.
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Robin.
Keep out, keep out, or else you are blown up; you are dismembered, Ralph: keep out, for I am about a roaring piece of work.
Ralph.
Come, what doest thou with that same book? Thou can'st not read.
Robin.
Yes, my master and mistress shall find that I can read, he for his forehead, she for her private study; she's born to bear with me, or else my art fails.
Ralph.
Why, Robin, what book is that?
Robin.
What book! why the most intolerable book for conjuring that e'er was invented by any brimstone devil.
Ralph.
Can'st thou conjure with it?
Robin.
I can do all these things easily with it; first, I can make thee drunk with ippocras at any tabern in Europe for nothing; that's one of my conjuring works.
Ralph.
Our Master Parson says that's nothing.
Robin.
True, Ralph; and more, Ralph, if thou hast
any mind to Nan Spit, our kitchenmaid, then turn her and wind her to thy own use as often as thou wilt, and at midnight.
Ralph.
O brave Robin, shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own use? On that condition I'd feed thy devil with horsebread as long as he lives, of free cost.
Robin.
No more, sweet Ralph: let's go and make clean our boots, which lie foul upon our hands, and then to our conjuring in the devil's name.
[Exeunt.
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