The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus - From the Quarto of 1616 by Christopher Marlowe
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conjure him as he was never conjured in his life, I warrant him.
Let me see the cup. DICK. Here 'tis. [Gives the cup to ROBIN.] Yonder he comes: now, Robin, now or never shew thy cunning. Enter VINTNER.<140> VINTNER. O, are you here? I am glad I have found you. You are a couple of fine companions: pray, where's the cup you stole from the tavern? ROBIN. How, how! we steal a cup! take heed what you say: we look not like cup-stealers, I can tell you. VINTNER. Never deny't, for I know you have it; and I'll search you. ROBIN. Search me! ay, and spare not. --Hold the cup, Dick [Aside to DICK, giving him the cup].-- Come, come, search me, search me. [VINTNER searches him.] VINTNER. Come on, sirrah, let me search you now. DICK. Ay, ay, do, do. --Hold the cup, Robin [Aside to ROBIN, giving him the cup].-- I fear not your searching: we scorn to steal your<141> cups, I can tell you. |
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