The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)


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Enter Clown and Dick, with a cup.
Sirrah Robin, we were best look that your devil
can answer the stealing of this same cup, for the vintner's
boy follows us at the hard heels.
'Tis no matter; let him come. If he follow us, I'll so
conjure him, as he was never conjured in his life, I warrant
him. Let me see the cup.
Enter Vintner.
Here 'tis. Yonder he comes. Now Robin, now or
never, show thy cunning.
O, are you here? I am glad I have found you; you
are a couple of fine companions. Pray where's the cup you
stole from the tavern?
How, how? We steal a cup? Take heed what you say;
we look not like cup-stealers I can tell you.
Never deny't, for I know you have it, and I'll
search you.
Search me? Ay and spare not. Hold the cup Dick.
Come, come, search me, search me.
Come on sirrah, let me search you now.
Ay, ay, do, do; hold the cup Robin. Ifear not your
searching; we scorn to steal your cups I can tell you.
Never outface me for the matter, for sure the cup is
between you two.
Nay, there you lie; 'tis beyond us both.
A plague take you; I thought 'twas your knavery
to take it away. Come, give it me again.
Ay, much. When, can you tell? Dick, make me a cir-
cle, and stand close at my back, and stir not for thy life. Vint-
ner, you shall have your cup anon; say nothing, Dick. O per
se o, demogorgon. Belcher and Mephistophilis.
Enter Mephistophilis
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.
By lady sir, you have had a shroud journey of it;
Will it please you to take a shoulder of mutton to supper, and
a tester in your purse, and go back again?
Ay, I pray you heartily sir, for we called you but in
jest, I promise you.
To purge the rashness of this cursed deed,
First, be thou turned to this ugly shape,
For apish deeds transformed to an ape.
O brave, an ape? I pray sir, let me have the carry-
ing of him about to show some tricks.
And so thou shalt: be thou transformed to a dog, and
carry him upon thy back. Away, be gone.
A dog? That's excellent. Let the maids look well to
their porridge-pots, for I'll into the kitchen presently. Come,
Dick, come. Exeunt the two Clowns.
Now with the flames of ever-burning fire,
I'll wing myself and forth-with fly amain
Unto my Faustus to the great Turk's court. Exit.
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