of Doctor Faustus
an I be not revenged for this, would I might bee turned to a gaping Oyster and drinke nothing but salt water.
Emp.
Come Faustus, while the Emperour lives,
In recompence of this thy high desert,
Thou shalt command the state of Germany,
And live belov'd of mighty Carolus. Exeunt omnes.
Enter Benvolio, Martino, Frederick, and
Soldiers.
Mart.
Nay sweet Benvolio let us sway thy thoughts,
From this attempt against the Conjuror.
Ben.
Away, you love me not to urge me thus,
Shall I let slip so great an injury,
When every servile groome feasts at my wrongs,
And in their Rusticke gamballs proudly say,
Benvolio's head was grac'd with hornes to day?
O may these eye-lids never close againe,
Till with my sword I have that Conjuror slaine.
If you will ayd me in this enterprise,
Then draw your weapons and be resolute:
If not, depart: here will Benvolio dye,
But Faustus death shall quit thy infamy.
Fred.
Nay we will stay with thee; betide what may,
And kill that Doctor if he come this way.
Ben.
Then gentle Fredericke hie thee to the grove,
And place our servants and our followers,
Close in ambush there behind the trees,
By this I know the Conjuror is neere,
I saw him kneele and kisse the Emperors hand,
And take his leave laden with rich rewards.
Then Souldiers bravely fight, if Faustus die,
Take you the wealth, leave us the victory.
Fred.
Come Souldiers, follow me unto the grove,
Who kills him shall have gold and endlesse love.
Ben.
My head is lighter than it was by th'hornes,
