gentleman? Villain, I say, undo what thou hast done! FAUSTUS. O, not so fast, sir! there's no haste:  but, good, are you remembered how you crossed me in my conference with the Emperor? I think I have met with you for it. EMPEROR. Good Master Doctor, at my entreaty release him:  he hath done penance sufficient. FAUSTUS. My gracious lord, not so much for the injury he offered me here in your presence, as to delight you with some mirth, hath Faustus worthily requited this injurious knight; which being all I desire, I am content to release him of his horns:—and, sir knight, hereafter speak well of scholars.—Mephistophilis, transform him straight.138  [MEPHISTOPHILIS removes the horns.]      —Now, my good lord, having done my duty, I humbly take my leave. EMPEROR. Farewell, Master Doctor:  yet, ere you go, Expect from me a bounteous reward.           [Exeunt EMPEROR, KNIGHT, and ATTENDANTS.]       FAUSTUS. Now, Mephistophilis,139 the restless course That time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life, Calls for the payment of my latest years:      Therefore, sweet Mephistophilis, let us Make haste to Wertenberg. MEPHIST. What, will you go on horse-back or on foot[?]       FAUSTUS. Nay, till I'm past this fair and pleasant green, I'll walk on foot. Enter a HORSE-COURSER.140 HORSE-COURSER. I have been all this day seeking one Master Fustian:      mass, see where he is!—God save you, Master Doctor! FAUSTUS. What, horse-courser! you are well met. HORSE-COURSER. Do you hear, sir? I have brought you forty dollars for your horse. FAUSTUS. I cannot sell him so:  if thou likest him for fifty, take him. HORSE-COURSER. Alas, sir, I have no more!—I pray you, speak for me. MEPHIST. I pray you, let him have him:  he is an honest fellow, and he has a great charge, neither wife nor child. FAUSTUS. Well, come, give me your money [HORSE-COURSER gives FAUSTUS the money]:  my boy will deliver him to you. But I must tell you one thing before you have him; ride him not into the water, at any hand. HORSE-COURSER. Why, sir, will he not drink of all waters? FAUSTUS. O, yes, he will drink of all waters; but ride him not into the water:  ride him over hedge or ditch, or where thou wilt, but not into the water. HORSE-COURSER. Well, sir.—Now am I made man for ever:  I'll not leave my horse for forty:141 if he had but the quality of hey-ding-ding, hey-ding-ding, I'd make a brave living on him:      he has a buttock as slick as an eel [Aside].—Well, God b'wi'ye, sir:  your boy will deliver him me:  but, hark you, 

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