of Doctor Faustus
Faust.
The Duke of Vanholt's an honourable gentleman, and one to whom I must be no niggard of my cunning, Come away.
Enter Clown, Dicke, Horse-courser, and a Carter.
Cart.
Come my Masters, Ile bring you to the best beere in Europe, what ho, Hostesse; where be these whores?
Enter Hostesse.
How now, what lacke you? What, my old Guests? welcome.
Clo.
Sirra Dicke, dost know why I stand so mute?
Dicke.
No Robin, why is't?
Clow.
I am eighteene pence on the score, but say nothing, see if she have forgotten me.
Host.
Who's this that stands so solemnely by himselfe?
What my old guest?
Clo.
O Hostess how do you? I hope my score stands still.
Host.
I there's no doubt of that, for me thinks you make no haste to wipe it out.
Dic.
Why Hostess, I say fetch us some Beere.
Host.
You shall presently, looke up into the hall there, ho.
Dicke.
Come sirs, what shall wee doe till mine hostesse comes?
Cart.
Marry sir, Ile tell you the bravest tale how a Conjuror serv'd me: you know Doctor Faustus.
Horse.
I, a plague take him. Here's some on's have cause to know him; did he conjure thee too?
Cart.
Ile tell you how he serv'd me. As I was going to Wittenberge t'other day with a load of Hay, he met me, and asked me what he should give me for as much hay as he could eate; now sir, I thinking that a little would serve his turne, bad him take as much as he would for three farthings; so he presently gave me money and fell to eating, and as I am a cursen man, he never left eating, till he had eat up all my load of hay.
All.
O monstrous, eat a whole load of hay!
