Friend, thou can'st not buy so good a horse for so

small a price. I have no great need to sell him, but if thou

lik'st him for ten dollars more, take him, because I see thou

hast a good mind to him.

Well, I will not stand with thee. Give me the mo-

ney. Now, sirrah, I must tell you that you may ride him o'er

hedge and ditch and spare him not, but do you hear? In any

case, ride him not into the water.

Yes, he will drink of all waters, but ride him not

into the water. O'er hedge and ditch, or where thou wilt, but

not into the water. Go bid the hostler deliver him unto you

and remember what I say.

What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Thy fatal time draws to a final end.

Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts.

Confound these passions with a quiet sleep.

Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the cross;

Then rest thee, Faustus, quiet in conceit.

O, help, help, the villain hath murdered me!

Stop him, stop him, stop him! ha, ha, ha! Faus-

stus hath his leg again, and the Horse-courser a bundle of hay

for his forty dollars.

Enter Wagner.

How now, Wagner, what news with thee?

The Duke of Vanholt's an honourable gentle-

man, and one to whom I must be no niggard of my cunning;

Come away. Exeunt.