The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (A Text)


Act: 2 Scene: 12
Thanks, good Master Doctor; and for I see your courteous intent to pleasure me, I will not hide from you the thing my heart desires; and were it now summer, as it is January and the dead time of the winter, I would desire no better meat than a dish of ripe grapes.
Believe me, Master Doctor, they be the best grapes that e'er I tasted in my life before.
And so I will, my lord; and, whilst I live, rest beholding for this courtesy.