_Cart._ Psha, "tis not a Leg he stands upon. Pray, let me ask you one Question; Are both your Legs Bed-fellows?
_Faust._ Why dost thou ask?
_Cart._ Because I believe you have a good Companion of one.
_Hors._ Why, don"t you remember I pull"d off one o" your Legs when you were a Sleep?
_Faust._ But I have it again now I am awake.
_Cart._ Ad"s Wounds, had the Doctor three Legs!----You, Sir, don"t you remember you gave a Peny for as much Hay as your Horse would eat, and then eat up my whole Load.
_Hors._ Look you, Mr. Doctor, you must not carry it off so; I come to have the Mony again I gave for the Ho-o-o-
[Faustus _waves his Wand_.
_Cart._ And I come to be paid far my Load of Ha-a-a.
_Enter_ Hostess.
_Host._ O Mr. Doctor! do you harbour Rogues that bilk poor Folks, and wont pay their Reck"nings? Who must pay me for my A-a-a-a [_Waves again._
_Enter_ Scaramouche.
_Scar._ Mr. Doctor, I can"t be quiet for your Devil Mr. _Me-o-o--_ [_Waves again._
[_Exeunt_ Faustus _and_ Mephostopholis. _They all stare at one another, and so go off, crying O, o, o, o- to the Emperor"s Pallace._
_Enter Emperor_, Faustus, _Gent. Guards._ Benoolio _above_.
_Emp._ Wonder of Men, thrice Learned _Faustus_, Renowned Magician, welcome to our Court; and as thou late didst promise us, I would behold the Famous _Alexander_ fighting with his great Rival _Darius_, in their true Shapes, and State Majestical.
_Faust._ Your Majesty shall see "em presently.
_Ben._ If thou bring"st _Alexander_, or _Darius_ here, I"ll be content to be _Actaeon_, and turn my self to a Stag.
_Faust._ And I"ll play _Diana_, and send you the Horns presently.
_Enter_ Darius _and_ Alexander; _they Fight_: Darius _falls_. Alexander _takes his Crown, and puts it on his Head_.
[_Exit._ Darius _sinks_.
_Faust._ Away, be gon; see, my Gracious Lord, what Beast is that that thrusts his Head out of yon" Window.
_Emp._ O wondrous Sight! see two Horns on young _Benoolio_"s Head; call him, Lords.
_Lord._ What, ho! _Benoolio_.
_Ben._ A Plague upon you, let me Sleep.
_Lord._ Look up, _Benoolio_, "tis the Emperor calls.
_Ben._ The Emperor; O my Head.
_Faust._ And thy Horns hold, "tis no matter for thy Head.
_Ben._ Doctor, this is your Villany.
_Faust._ O say not so, Sir; the Doctor has no Skill, if he bring _Alexander_ or _Darius_ here you"ll be _Actaeon_, and turn to a Stag: Therefore, if it please your Majesty, I"ll bring a Kennel of Hounds to hunt him. Ho! _Helmot_, _Argiron_, _Asterot_.
_Ben._ Hold, he"ll raise a Kennel of Devils. Good, my Lord, intreat.
_Emp._ Prithee remove his Horns, he has done Penance enough.
_Faust._ Away; and remember hereafter you speak well of Scholars.
_Ben._ If Scholars be such Cuckolds to put Horns upon honest Mens Heads, I"ll ne"er trust Smooth-face and Small-band more: But if I been"t reveng"d, may I be turn"d to a Gaping Oyster, and drink nothing but Salt-water.
_Emp._ Come, _Faustus_, in recompence of this high Desert, Thou shalt command the State of _Germany_, and live belov"d of mighty _Carolus_.
[_Exeunt omnes._
SCENE _a Garden_.
_Lord._ Nay, sweet _Benoolio_, let us sway thy Thoughts from this Attempt against the Conjurer.
_Ben._ My Head is lighter than it was by the Horns: And yet my Heart"s more pond"rous than my Head, And pants, until I see the Conjurer dead.
_2 Lord._ Consider.
_Ben._ Away; disswade me not, he comes. [_Draws._
_Enter_ Faustus _with a false Head_.
Now Sword strike home: For Horns he gave, I"ll have his Head anon.
_Runs_ Faustus _through, he falls_.
_Faust._ Oh, oh.
_Ben._ Groan you, Mr. Doctor, now for his Head.
[_Cuts his Head off._
_Lord._ Struck with a willing Hand.
_Ben._ First, on this Scull, in quittance of my Wrongs, I"ll nail huge forked Horns within the Window where he yoak"d me first, that all the World may see my just Revenge; and thus having settled his Head----
_Faust._ What shall the Body do, Gentlemen.