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.

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.

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.

What book! why the most intolerable book for conjuring that e'er was invented by any brimstone devil.

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.

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.

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.

Come, Ralph, did not I tell thee we were for ever made by this Doctor Faustus' book? ecce signum, here's a simple purchase for horsekeepers; our horses shall eat no hay as long as this lasts.

Hush! I'll gull him supernaturally.

Drawer, I hope all is paid: God be with you; come, Ralph.

I, a goblet, Ralph; I, a goblet! I scorn you, and you are but a & c. I, a goblet! search me.

How say you now?

You lie, drawer, 'tis afore me. [Aside.] Sirrah you, I'll teach you to impeach honest men;—stand by; —I'll scour you for a goblet!—stand aside you had best, I charge you in the name of Belzebub. Look to the goblet, Ralph.

I'll tell you what I mean. [Reads from a bwk.] Sanctobulorum Periphrasticon—Nay, I'll tickle you, Vintner. Look to the goblet, Ralph.

[Reads.] Polypragmos Belseboramsframantopacostiphos tostu, Mephistophilis, & c.

Misericordia pro nobisi What shall I do? Good devil, forgive me now, and I'll never rob thy library more.

How from Constantinople? You have had a great journey: will you take sixpence in your purse to pay for your supper, and begone?

How, into an ape; that's brave! I'll have fine sport with the boys. I'll get nuts and apples enow.

I'faith thy head will never be out of the pottage pot.