The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)


Act: 4 Scene: 5
I beseech your worship, accept of these forty
dollars.
I beseech you, sir, accept of this; I am a very poor
man, and have lost very much of late by horse flesh, and this
bargain will set me up again.
How, sir, not into the water? Why will he not drink
of all waters?
I warrant you, sir, O joyful day, now am I a
made man forever. Exit.
O, what a cozening Doctor was this? I, riding my
horse into the water, thinking some hidden mystery had been
in the horse, I had nothing under me but a little straw, and
had much ado to escape drowning. Well, I'll go rouse him,
and make him give me my forty dollars again. Ho, sirrah
Doctor, you cozening scab. Master Doctor, awake and rise
and give me my money again, for your horse is turned to a
bottle of hay, Master Doctor. He pulls off his leg.
Alas, I am undone; what shall I do? I have pulled off his leg.
Murder or not murder, now he has but one leg.
I'll out-run him, and cast this leg into some ditch or other.

Act: 4 Scene: 6
Ay, a plague take him. Here's some on's have cause
to know him. Did he conjure thee too?
O monstrous! Eat a whole load of hay?
Now, sirs, you shall hear how villainously he served
me. I went to him yesterday to buy a horse of him, and he
would by no means sell him under forty dollars. So, sir, because
I knew him to be such a horse as would run over hedge and
ditch and never tire, I gave him his money. So when I had
my horse, Doctor Faustus bad me ride him night and day, and
spare him no time. But, quoth he, in any case ride him not in-
to the water. Now, sir, I thinking the horse had had some
quality that he would not have me know of, what did I but
rid him into a great river, and when I came just in the midst
my horse vanished away, and I sat straddling upon a bottle
of hay.
O, brave Doctor!
But you shall hear how bravely I served him for
it; I went me home to his house, and there I found him
asleep. I kept a hallowing and whooping in his ears, but
all could not wake him. I, seeing that, took him by the leg
and never rested pulling till I had pulled me his leg quite off,
and now 'tis at home in mine hostry.

Act: 4 Scene: 7
I hope, sir, we have wit enough to be more bold than welcome.
Ay, ay, the house is good enough to drink in. Zounds,
fill us some beer, or we'll break all the barrels in the house,
and dash out all your brains with your bottles.
Ay, marry. There spake a Doctor indeed, and 'faith I'll
drink a health to thy wooden leg for that word.
Ay, ay, he does not stand much upon that.
Why do you hear, sir? Did not I pull off one of your
legs when you were asleep?
O horrible! Had the Doctor three legs?
You whoreson conjuring scab, do you remember
how you cozened me with a ho---