The Tragical History of Doctor FaustusFrom the Quarto of 1616
hostess! where be these whores? Enter HOSTESS. HOSTESS. How now! what lack you? What, my old guess! 201 welcome. ROBIN. Sirrah Dick, dost thou 202 know why I stand so mute? DICK. No, Robin:  why is't? ROBIN. I am eighteen-pence on the score. but say nothing; see if she have forgotten me. HOSTESS. Who's this that stands so solemnly by himself? What, my old guest! ROBIN. O, hostess, how do you? I hope my score stands still. HOSTESS. Ay, there's no doubt of that; for methinks you make no haste to wipe it out. DICK. Why, hostess, I say, fetch us some beer. HOSTESS. You shall presently.—Look up into the hall there, ho!           [Exit.—Drink is presently brought in.]       DICK. Come, sirs, what shall we do now 203 till mine hostess comes? CARTER. Marry, sir, 204 I'll tell you the bravest tale how a conjurer served me. You know Doctor Faustus? HORSE-COURSER. Ay, a plague take him! here's some on's have cause to know him. Did he conjure thee too? CARTER. I'll tell you how he served me. As I was going to Wittenberg, t'other day, 205 with a load of hay, he met me, and asked me what he should give me for as much hay as he could eat. Now, sir, I thinking that a little would serve his turn, bad him take as much as he would for three farthings:  so he presently gave me my 206 money and fell to eating; and, as I am a cursen 207 man, he never left eating till he had eat up all my load of hay. ALL. O, monstrous! eat a whole load of hay! ROBIN. Yes, yes, that may be; for I have heard of one that has eat a load of logs. HORSE-COURSER. Now, sirs, you shall hear how villanously he served me. I went to him yesterday to buy a horse of him, and he would by no means sell him under forty dollars. So, sir, because I knew him to be such a horse as would run over hedge and ditch and never tire, I gave him his money. So, when I had my horse, Doctor Faustus bad me ride him night and day, and spare him no time; but, quoth he, in any case, ride him not into the water. Now, sir, I thinking the horse had had some quality 208 that he would not have me know of, what did I but rid 209 him into a great river? and when I came just in the midst, my horse vanished away, and I sate straddling upon a bottle of hay. ALL. O, brave doctor! HORSE-COURSER. But you shall hear how bravely I served him for it. I went me home to his house, and there I found him asleep. I kept a hallooing and whooping in his ears; but all could not wake him. I, seeing that, took him by the leg, and never rested pulling till I had pulled me his leg quite off; 
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