The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Dr. Faustus (B Text)
Act:
4
Scene:
3
Frederick
Nay, we will stay with thee; betide what may,
And kill that Doctor if he come this way.
Frederick
Come soldiers, follow me unto the grove.
Who kills him shall have gold and endless love.
Exit Frederick with the Souldiers.
Frederick
Close, close, the conjuror is at hand,
And all alone comes walking in his gown;
Be ready, then, and strike the peasant down.
Frederick
Groan you, Master Doctor?
Frederick
Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown,
Made the grim monarch of infernal spirits
Tremble and quake at his commanding charms?
Frederick
Come, let's devise how we may add more shame
to the black scandal of his hated name.
Frederick
What shall eyes do?
Frederick
Give him his head, for God's sake.
Frederick
Pity us, gentle Faustus; save our lives.
Frederick
He must needs go that the devil drives.
Exeunt spirits with the knights.
Enter the ambushed soldiers.
