The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus/Scene 4
Enter Wagner and the Clowne.
Come hither sirra boy.
Clo.
Boy? O disgrace to my person: zounds boy in your face,
you have seene many boyes with beards I am sure.
Wag.
Hast thou no commings in?
Clo.
Yes, and goings out too, you may see sir.
Wag.
Alas poore slave, see how povertie jests in his nakednesse: I know the villaine's out of Service, and so hungrie, that I know he would give his soule to the Devil for a shoulder of Mutton, though it were blood raw.
Clo.
Not so neither, I had need to have it well rosted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so deare, I can tell you.
Wag.
Sirra, wilt thou be my man and wait on mee? and I will make thee goe, like Qui mihi discipulus.
Clo.
What in verse?
Wag.
No slave in beaten silk, and staves-aker.
Clo.
Staves-aker? that's good to kill Vermin: then
belike if I serve you I shall be louzie.
Wag.
Why so thou shalt bee, whether thou dost it or no: for sirra, if thou dost not presently bind thy selfe to me for seven yeeres, Ile turne all the lice about thee into Familiars and make them teare thee in peeces.
Clo.
Nay sir you may save your selfe a labour, for they are as familiar with mee, as if they paid for their meat and drinke, I can tell you.
Wag.
Well sirra, leave your jesting, and take these guilders.
Clo.
Yes marry sir, and I thanke you too.
Wag.
So, now thou art to be at an houres warning, whensoever and wheresoever the Devill shall fetch thee.
Clo.
Here take your guilders againe, Ile none of 'em.
Wag.
Not I, thou art prest, prepare thy selfe, for I will presently raise up two Devils to carry thee away, Banio, Belcher.
Clo.
Belcher? and Belcher come here, Ile belch him: I am not afraid of a devill. Enter two Devils.
Wag.
How now sir, will you serve mee now?
Clo.
I good Wagner, take away the Devill then.
Wag.
Spirits away, now sirra follow me.
Clo.
I will sir, but heark you Master, will you teach mee this conjuring occupation?
Wag.
I sirra, Ile teach thee to turne thyself to a Dog, or a Cat, or a Mouse, or a Rat, or any thing.
Clo.
A dogge, or a Cat, or a Mouse, or a Rat? O brave Wagner.
Wag.
Villaine, call me Master Wagner, and see that you walke attentively, and let your right eye be alwaies Diametrally fixt upon my left heele, that thou maist, Quasi vestigias nostras insistere.
Clo.
Well sir, I warrant you. Exeunt.