That this fair lady, whilst<163> 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<164> 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?<165>

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.