of Doctor Faustus
Horse.
I, I, the house is good enough to drinke in: Zouns fill us some Beere, or we'll breake all the barrels in the house and dash out all your braines with your bottles.
Faust.
Be not so furious, come, you shall have Beere,
My Lord, beseech you give me leave a while,
Ile gage my credit, twill content your Grace.
Duke.
With all my heart kinde Doctor, please thy selfe,
Our servants and our Court's at thy command.
Faust.
I humbly thank your Grace: then fetch some Beere.
Horse.
I marry there spake a Doctor indeed, and faith Ile drink a health to thy woodden leg for that word.
Faust.
My woodden leg? what dost thou meane by that?
Cart.
Ha, ha, ha, dost heare him Dicke, he has forgot his leg.
Horse.
I, I, he dos not stand much upon that.
Faust.
No faith, not much upon a woodden leg.
Cart.
Good Lord, that flesh and blood should be so fraile with your Worship: Doe not you remember a Horse-courser you sold a horse to?
Faust.
Yes, I remember I sold one a horse.
Cart.
And doe you remember you bid he should not ride him into the water?
Faust.
Yes, I do very well remember that.
Cart.
And do you remember nothing of your leg?
Faust.
No in good sooth.
Cart.
Then I pray remember your courtesse.
Faust.
Thanke you sir.
Cart.
Tis not so much worth: I pray you tell me one thing.
Faust.
What's that?
Cart.
Bee both your legs bed-fellowes every night together?
Faust.
Wouldst thou make a Colossus of me, that thou askst me such questions?
Cart.
No truly sir, I would make nothing of you, but I would faine know that.
Enter Hostesse with drinke.
Faust.
Then I assure thee certainly they are.
