The Tragicall History
Clow.
Yes, yes, that may be, for I have heard of one that has eat a load of logs.
Horse.
Now sirs, you shall heare how villainously he serv'd mee: I went to him yesterday to buy a horse of him, and hee would by no meanes sell him under forty Dollers; 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 bade me ride him night and day, and spare him no time: but, quoth hee, in any case ride him not into 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 vanisht away, and I sate stradling upon a bottle of hay.
All.
O brave Doctor!
Horse.
But you shall heare how bravely I serv'd him for it, I went me home to his house, and there I found him asleepe; I kept a hallowing and whooping in his eares, but all could not wake him: I seeing that, tooke him by the legge, and never rested pulling, till I had pul'd me his legge quite off, and now tis at home in mine hostrey.
Clow.
And has the Doctor but one legge then? thats excellent, for one of his Divels turn'd me into the likenesse of an Apes face.
Cart.
Some more drinke Hostesse.
Clow.
Hearke you, wee'le into another roome and drinke a while, and then wee'le goe seeke out the Doctor.
Enter the Duke of Vanholt, his Dutchesse,
Faustus, and Mephostophilis.
Duke.
Thanks Master Doctor, for these pleasant sights.
Nor know I how sufficiently to recompense your great deserts, in erecting that inchanted Castle in the Ayre:
The sight whereof so delighted me,
As nothing in the world could please me more.
