The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)

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Enter at several doors Benvolio, Frederick, and Martino, their heads and faces bloody and besmeared with mud and dirt, all having horns on their heads.
Martino
What ho, Benvolio.
Benvolio
Here, what Frederick, ho.
Frederick
O help me, gentle friend; where is Martino?
Martino
Dear Frederick, here,
Half smothered in a lake of mud and dirt,
Through which the Furies dragged me by the heels.
Fred.
Martino, see
Benvolio's horns again.
Martino
O misery! How now, Benvolio?
Benvolio
Defend me, heaven. Shall I be haunted still?
Martino
Nay, fear not, man; we have no power to kill.
Benvolio
My friends transformed thus. O hellish spite! Your
heads are all set with horns.
Frederick
You hit it right;
It is your own you mean. Feel on your head.
Benvolio
'Zounds, horns again!
Martino
Nay, chafe not man; we all are sped.
Benvolio
What devil attends this damned magician,
That, spite of spite, our wrongs are doubled?
Frederick
What may we do, that we may hide our shames?
Benvolio
If we should follow him to work revenge,
He'd join long asses' ears to these huge horns,
And make us laughing stocks to all the world.
Martino
What shall we then do, dear Benvolio?
Benvolio
I have a castle joining near these woods,
And thither we'll repair and live obscure,
Till time shall alter this our brutish shapes.
Since black disgrace hath thus eclipsed our fame,
We'll rather die with grief, than live with shame.
Exeunt omnes.
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