The Tragicall History
Go pacifie their furie, set it ope,
And then demand of them what they would have.
They knocke againe, and call out to talke with
Faustus.
A Servant.
Why how now Masters, what a coyle is there?
What is the reason you disturbe the Duke?
Dic.
We have no reason for it, therefore a fig for him.
Ser.
Why saucy varlets, dare you be so bold?
Horse.
I hope sir, we have wit enough to be more bold then welcome.
Ser.
It appeares so, pray be bold elsewhere,
And trouble not the Duke.
Duke.
What would they have?
Ser.
They all cry out to speake with Doctor Faustus.
Cart.
I, and we will speake with him.
Duke.
Will you, sir? Commit the raskalls.
Dicke.
Commit with us, he were as good commit with his Father as commit with us.
Faust.
I do beseech your Grace let them come in,
They are good subject to a merriment.
Duke.
Do as thou wilt Faustus, I give thee leave.
Faust.
I thanke your grace.
Enter the Clown, Dick, Carter, and
Horse-courser.
Why how now my good friends?
Faith you are too outrageous, but come neere,
I have procur'd your pardons: welcome all.
Clow.
Nay sir we will be welcome for our mony, and we will pay for what we take: What ho, give's half a dozen of Beere here, and be hang'd.
Faust.
Nay harke you, can you tell where you are?
Cart.
I marry can I, we are under heaven.
Ser.
I but sir sauce boxe, know you in what place?
