Scene IX
Enter Robin and Ralph with a silver goblet. | |
Robin | Come, Ralph: did not I tell thee, we were forever made by this Doctor Faustus’ book? ecce signum, here’s a simple purchase57 for horsekeepers; our horses shall eat no hay as long as this lasts. |
Ralph | But, Robin, here comes the vintner. |
Robin | Hush! I’ll gull him supernaturally. |
Enter Vintner. | |
Drawer, I hope all is paid: God be with you; come, Ralph. | |
Vintner | Soft, sir; a word with you. I must yet have a goblet paid from you, ere you go. |
Robin | I a goblet, Ralph; I a goblet! I scorn you, and you are but a58 etc. I, a goblet! search me. |
Vintner | I mean so, sir, with your favour. Searches Robin. |
Robin | How say you now? |
Vintner | I must say somewhat to your fellow. You, sir! |
Ralph |
Me, sir! me, sir! search your fill. Vintner searches him. Now, sir, you may be ashamed to burden honest men with a matter of truth. |
Vintner | Well, t’one of you hath this goblet about you. |
Robin | You lie, drawer, ’tis afore me Aside. Sirrah you, I’ll teach you to impeach honest men;—stand by;—I’ll scour you for a goblet!—stand aside you had best, I charge you in the name of Belzebub. Look to the goblet, Ralph Aside to Ralph. |
Vintner | What mean you, sirrah? |
Robin | I’ll tell you what I mean. Reads from a book. Sanctobulorum Periphrasticon—Nay, I’ll tickle you, vintner.—Look to the goblet, Ralph. Aside to Ralph. |
Reads. Polypragmos Belseborams framanto pacostiphos tostu, Mephistopheles, etc. | |
Enter Mephistopheles, sets squibs at their backs, and then exit. They run about. | |
Vintner | O, nomine Domini! what meanest thou, Robin? thou hast no goblet. |
Ralph | Peccatum peccatorum! Here’s thy goblet, good vintner. Gives the goblet to Vintner, who exit. |
Robin | Misericordia pro nobis! What shall I do? Good Devil, forgive me now, and I’ll never rob thy library more. |
Re-enter Mephistopheles. | |
Mephistopheles |
Monarch of hell, under whose black survey
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Robin | How, from Constantinople! You have had a great journey: will you take sixpence in your purse to pay for your supper, and begone? |
Mephistopheles | Well, villains, for your presumption, I transform thee into an ape, and thee into a dog; and so begone! |
Exit. | |
Robin | How, into an ape! that’s brave! I’ll have fine sport with the boys. I’ll get nuts and apples enow. |
Ralph | And I must be a dog. |
Robin | I’faith, thy head will never be out of the pottage pot. |
Exeunt. |