The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus/Scene 7
Enter the Clowne.
What Dick, looke to the horses there till I come againe, I have gotten one of Doctor Faustus conjuring bookes, and now wee'le have such knavery, as't passes.
Enter Dick.
Dic.
What Robin you must come away & walk the horses.
Rob.
I walke the horses? I scorn't ifaith, I have other matters in hand, let the horses walke themselves an they will. A per se a, t. h. e the: o per se o, deny orgon, gorgon: keepe further from me O thou illiterate and unlearned Hostler.
Dic.
Snayles, what hast thou got there: a booke? why thou canst ne're a word on't.
Rob.
That thou shalt see presently: keepe out of the Circle I say, lest I send you into the Ostry with a vengeance.
Dick.
That's like ifaith: you had best leave your foolery, for an my master come, hee'll conjure you ifaith.
Rob.
My master conjure mee? Ile tell thee what, an my master come here, Ile clap as fayre payre of hornes on's head, as ere thou sawst in thy life.
Dic.
Thou need'st not do that, for my mistress hath done it.
Rob.
I there be of us here that have waded as deep into matters as other men, if they were disposed to talke.
Dick.
A plague take you, I thought you did not sneake up and downe after her for nothing. But I prithee tell mee in good sadnesse Robin, is that a conjuring Booke?
Rob.
Do but speake what thou'lt have mee to doe, and Ile do't: If thou'lt dance naked, put off thy clothes, and Ile conjure thee about presently: Or if thou'lt go but to the Taverne with me, Ile give thee White-wine, Red wine, Claret-wine, Sacke, Muskkadine, Malmesey and Whippincrust, hold belly hold, and wee'll not pay one penny for it.
Dick.
O brave, I prithee let's to it presently, for I am as dry as a dog.
Rob.
Come, then let us away. Exeunt.
Enter the Chorus.
Learned Faustus, to finde the secrets of Astronomy
Graven in the Booke of Joves high firmament,
Did mount him up to scale Olimpus top:
Where sitting in a Chariot burning bright,
Drawne by the strength of yoaked Dragons necks:
To view the Clouds, the Planets, and the Starres,
The Tropicke Zones, and quarters of the Skie,
From the bright circle of the horned Moone,
Even to the height of Primum mobile:
And whirling round with this circumference,
Within the concave compasse of the Pole,
From East to West his Dragons swiftly glide,
And in eight dayes did bring him home againe.
Not long he stayd within his quiet house
To rest his bones after his weary toyle,
But new exployts doe hale him out agen
And mounted then upon a Dragons backe,
That with his wings did part the subtill Ayre,
He now is gone to prove Cosmography,
That measures coasts and kingdomes of the earth:
And as I guesse, will first arive at Rome,
To see the Pope and manner of his Court,
And take some part of holy Peters feast,
The which this day is highly solemnized. Exit.