The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus - From the Quarto of 1616 by Christopher Marlowe
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HORSE-COURSER. You whoreson conjuring scab, do you remember how you cozened me with a ho---- ROBIN. Ha'<225> you forgotten me? you think to carry it away with your hey-pass and re-pass: do you remember the dog's fa---- [Exeunt CLOWNS.] HOSTESS. Who pays for the ale? hear you, Master Doctor; now you have sent away my guess,<226> I pray who shall pay me for my a---- [Exit HOSTESS.] DUCHESS. My lord, We are much beholding<227> to this learned man. DUKE. So are we, madam; which we will recompense With all the love and kindness that we may: His artful sport<228> drives all sad thoughts away. [Exeunt.] Thunder and lightning. Enter DEVILS with covered dishes; MEPHISTOPHILIS leads them into FAUSTUS'S study; then enter WAGNER. WAGNER. I think my master<229> means to die shortly; he has made his will, and given me his wealth, his house, his goods,<230> and store of golden plate, besides two thousand ducats ready-coined. I wonder what he means: if death were nigh, he would not frolic thus. He's now at supper with the scholars, where there's such belly-cheer as Wagner in his life ne'er<231> saw the like: and, |
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