HORSE-COURSER [within]. I hope, sir, we have wit enough to be
more bold than welcome.

SERVANT. It appears so: pray, be bold elsewhere, and trouble
not the Duke.

DUKE. What would they have?

SERVANT. They all cry out to speak with Doctor Faustus.

CARTER [within]. Ay, and we will speak with him.

DUKE. Will you, sir?--Commit the rascals.

DICK [within]. Commit with us! he were as good commit with his
father as commit with us.

FAUSTUS. I do beseech your grace, let them come in;
They are good subject for<216> a merriment.

DUKE. Do as thou wilt, Faustus; I give thee leave.

FAUSTUS. I thank your grace.

Enter ROBIN, DICK, CARTER, and HORSE-COURSER.

Why, how now, my good friends!
Faith, you are too outrageous: but, come near;
I have procur'd your pardons:<217> welcome, all.