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Scene IX
Scene IX
An Inn
Enter Robin and Ralph with a silver goblet.
Robin. Come, Ralph, did not I tell thee we were for ever made by this
Doctor Faustus` book? Ecce signum,^3 here`s a simple purchase^4 for
horsekeepers; our horses shall eat not hay as long as this lasts.
[Footnote 3: "Behold a sign."]
[Footnote 4: Gain.]
Enter the Vintner
Ralph. But, Robin, here come the vintner.
Robin. Hush! I`ll gull him supernaturally. Drawer, I hope all is paid:
God be with you. Come, Ralph.
Vint. 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 a,^5
&c. I, a goblet! search me.
[Footnote 5: The abuse was left to the actor`s inventiveness.]
Vint. I mean so, sir, with your favour.
[Searches him.]
Robin. How say you now?
Vint. 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.
Vint. Well, t`one of you hath this goblet about you.
Robin. You lie, drawer, `tis afore me. [Aside.] Sirrah you, I`ll teach ye
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.]
Vint. 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.]
Polypragmos Belseborams framanto pacostiphos tostu, Mephistophilis, & c.
[Reads.
Enter Mephistophilis, sets squibs at their backs, [and then exit]. They
run about
Vint. O nomine Domini!^6 what meanest thou, Robin? Thou hast no goblet.
[Footnote 6: "In the name of the Lord."]
Ralph. Peccatum peccatorum!^7 Here`s thy goblet, good vintner. [Gives the
goblet to Vintner, who exit.]
[Footnote 7: "Sin of sins."]
Robin. Misericordia pro nobis!^8 What shall I do? Good Devil, forgive me
now, and I`ll never rob thy library more.
[Footnote 8: "Mercy on us."]
Re - enter Mephistophilis
Meph. Monarch of hell, under whose black survey Great potentates do kneel
with awful fear, Upon whose altars thousand souls do lie, How am I vexed with
these villains` charms? From Constantinople am I hither come Only for pleasure
of these damned slaves.
Robin. How from Constantinople? You have had a great journey. Will you
take sixpence in your purse to pay for you supper, and begone?
Meph. 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.
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