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FAUSTUS。 These gracious words； most royal Carolus；
Shall make poor Faustus； to his utmost power；
Both love and serve the German Emperor；
And lay his life at holy Bruno's feet：
For proof whereof； if so your grace be pleas'd；
The doctor stands prepar'd by power of art
To cast his magic charms； that shall pierce through
The ebon gates of ever…burning hell；
And hale the stubborn Furies from their caves；
To compass whatsoe'er your grace commands。
BENVOLIO。 Blood； he speaks terribly！ but； for all that； I do not
greatly believe him： he looks as like a conjurer as the Pope
to a costermonger。 ＇Aside。＇
EMPEROR。 Then； Faustus； as thou late didst promise us；
We would behold that famous conqueror；
Great Alexander； and his paramour；
In their true shapes and state majestical；
That we may wonder at their excellence。
FAUSTUS。 Your majesty shall see them presently。
Mephistophilis； away；
And； with a solemn noise of trumpets' sound；
Present before this royal Emperor
Great Alexander and his beauteous paramour。
MEPHIST。 Faustus； I will。
＇Exit。＇
BENVOLIO。 Well； Master Doctor； an your devils come not away
quickly； you shall have me asleep presently： zounds； I could
eat myself for anger； to think I have been such an ass all this
while； to stand gaping after the devil's governor； and can see
nothing！
FAUSTUS。
I'll make you feel something anon； if my art fail me not。
My lord； I must forewarn your majesty；
That； when my spirits present the royal shapes
Of Alexander and his paramour；
Your grace demand no questions of the king；
But in dumb silence let them come and go。
EMPEROR。 Be it as Faustus please； we are content。
BENVOLIO。 Ay； ay； and I am content too： an thou bring Alexander
and his paramour before the Emperor； I'll be Actaeon； and turn
myself to a stag。
FAUSTUS。 And I'll play Diana； and send you the horns presently。
Sennet。 Enter； at one door； the EMPEROR ALEXANDER； at
the other； DARIUS。 They meet。 DARIUS is thrown down；
ALEXANDER kills him； takes off his crown； and； offering to
go out； his PARAMOUR meets him。 He embraceth her； and sets
DARIUS' crown upon her head； and； coming back； both salute
the EMPEROR； who； leaving his state； offers to embrace
them； which FAUSTUS seeing； suddenly stays him。 Then trumpets
cease； and music sounds。
My gracious lord； you do forget yourself；
These are but shadows； not substantial。
EMPEROR。 O； pardon me！ my thoughts are so ravish'd
With sight of this renowmed emperor；
That in mine arms I would have compass'd him。
But； Faustus； since I may not speak to them；
To satisfy my longing thoughts at full；
Let me this tell thee： I have heard it said
That this fair lady； whilst she liv'd on earth；
Had on her neck a little wart or mole；
How may I prove that saying to be true？
FAUSTUS。 Your majesty may boldly go and see。
EMPEROR。 Faustus； I see it plain；
And in this sight thou better pleasest me
Than if I gain'd another monarchy。
FAUSTUS。 Away！ be gone！ ＇Exit show。＇See； see； my gracious
lord！ what strange beast is yon； that thrusts his head out at
window？
EMPEROR。 O； wondrous sight！See； Duke of Saxony；
Two spreading horns most strangely fastened
Upon the head of young Benvolio！
SAXONY。 What； is he asleep or dead？
FAUSTUS。 He sleeps； my lord； but dreams not of his horns。
EMPEROR。 This sport is excellent： we'll call and wake him。
What； ho； Benvolio！
BENVOLIO。 A plague upon you！ let me sleep a while。
EMPEROR。 I blame thee not to sleep much； having such a head of
thine own。
SAXONY。 Look up； Benvolio； 'tis the Emperor calls。
BENVOLIO。 The Emperor！ where？O； zounds； my head！
EMPEROR。 Nay； an thy horns hold； 'tis no matter for thy head；
for that's armed sufficiently。
FAUSTUS。 Why； how now； Sir Knight！ what； hanged by the horns！
this is most horrible： fie； fie； pull in your head； for
shame！ let not all the world wonder at you。
BENVOLIO。 Zounds； doctor； this is your villany！
FAUSTUS。 O； say not so； sir！ the doctor has no skill；
No art； no cunning； to present these lords；
Or bring before this royal Emperor
The mighty monarch； warlike Alexander。
If Faustus do it； you are straight resolv'd；
In bold Actaeon's shape； to turn a stag：
And therefore； my lord； so please your majesty；
I'll raise a kennel of hounds shall hunt him so
As all his footmanship shall scarce prevail
To keep his carcass from their bloody fangs。
Ho； Belimoth； Argiron； Asteroth！
BENVOLIO。 Hold； hold！Zounds； he'll raise up a kennel of devils；
I think； anon。Good my lord； entreat for me。'Sblood； I am never
able to endure these torments。
EMPEROR。 Then； good Master Doctor；
Let me entreat you to remove his horns；
He has done penance now sufficiently。
FAUSTUS。 My gracious lord； not so much for injury done to me；
as to delight your majesty with some mirth； hath Faustus justly
requited this injurious knight； which being all I desire； I am
content to remove his horns。Mephistophilis； transform him
＇MEPHISTOPHILIS removes the horns＇：and hereafter； sir；
look you speak well of scholars。
BENVOLIO。 Speak well of ye！ 'sblood； an scholars be such
cuckold…makers； to clap horns of honest men's heads o' this
order； I'll ne'er trust smooth faces and small ruffs more。But；
an I be not revenged for this； would I might be turned to a
gaping oyster； and drink nothing but salt water！
＇Aside； and then exit above。＇
EMPEROR。 Come； Faustus： while the Emperor lives；
In recompense of this thy high desert；
Thou shalt command the state of Germany；
And live belov'd of mighty Carolus。
＇Exeunt。＇
Enter BENVOLIO； MARTINO； FREDERICK； and SOLDIERS。
MARTINO。 Nay； sweet Benvolio； let us sway thy thoughts
》From this attempt against the conjurer。
BENVOLIO。 Away！ you love me not； to urge me thus：
Shall I let slip so great an injury；
When every servile groom jests at my wrongs；
And in their rustic gambols proudly say；
〃Benvolio's head was grac'd with horns today？〃
O； may these eyelids never close again；
Till with my sword I have that conjurer slain！
If you will aid me in this enterprise；
Then draw your weapons and be resolute；
If not； depart： here will Benvolio die；
But Faustus' death shall quit my infamy。
FREDERICK。 Nay； we will stay with thee； betide what may；
And kill that doctor； if he come this way。
BENVOLIO。 Then； gentle Frederick； hie thee to the grove；
And place our servants and our followers
Close in an ambush there behind the trees。
By this； I know the conjurer is near：
I saw him kneel； and kiss the Emperor's hand；
And take his leave； laden with rich rewards。
Then； soldiers； boldly fight： if Faustus die；
Take you the wealth； leave us the victory。
FREDERICK。 Come； soldiers； follow me unto the grove：
Who kills him shall have gold and endless love。
＇Exit FREDERICK with SOLDIERS。＇
BENVOLIO。 My head is lighter； than it was； by the horns；
But yet my heart's more ponderous than my head；
And pants until I see that conjurer dead。
MARTINO。 Where shall we place ourselves； Benvolio？
BENVOLIO。 Here will we stay to bide the first assault：
O； were that damned hell…hound but in place；
Thou soon shouldst see me quit my foul disgrace！
Re…enter FREDERICK。
FREDERICK。 Close； close！ the conjurer is at hand；
And all alone comes walking in his gown；
Be ready； then； and strike the peasant down。
BENVOLIO。 Mine be that honour； then。 Now； sword； strike home！
For horns he gave I'll have his head anon。
MARTINO。 See； see； he comes！
Enter FAUSTUS with a false head。
BENVOLIO。 No words。 This blow ends all：
Hell take his soul！ his body thus must fall。
＇Stabs FAUSTUS。＇
FAUSTUS。 ＇falling。＇ O！
FREDERICK。 Groan you； Master Doctor？
BENVOLIO。 Break may his heart with groans！Dear Frederick； see；
Thus will I end his griefs immediately。
MARTINO。 Strike with a willing hand。
＇BENVOLIO strikes off FAUSTUS' head。＇
His head is off。
BENVOLIO。 The devil's dead； the Furies now may laugh。
FREDERICK。 Was this that stern aspect； that awful frown；
Made the grim monarch of infernal spirits
Tremble and quake at his commanding charms？
MARTINO。 Was this that damned head； whose art conspir'd
Benvolio's shame before the Emperor？
BENVOLIO。 Ay； that's the head； and there the body lies；
Justly rewarded for his villanies。
FREDERICK。 Come； let's devise how we may add more shame
To the black scandal of his hated name。
BENVOLIO。 First； on his head； in quittance of my wrongs；
I'll nail huge forked horns； and let them hang
With