The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dr. Faustus (B Text)


Act: 1 Scene: 2
That shall we presently know, here comes his boy.
Why dost not thou know then?
Go to, sirrah; leave your jesting and tell us where he is.
Then you will not tell us?
Were he a stranger, not allayed to me,
The danger of his soul would make me mourn.
But come, let us go, and inform the Rector.
It may be his grave counsel may reclaim him.
Yet let us see what we can do. Exeunt.