the Duke? DICK [within]. We have no reason for it; therefore a fig for him! SERVANT. Why, saucy varlets, dare you be so bold? 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. ROBIN. Nay, sir, we will be welcome for our money, and we will pay for what we take.—What, ho! give's half a dozen of beer here, and be hanged! FAUSTUS. Nay, hark you; can you tell me 218 where you are? CARTER. Ay, marry, can I; we are under heaven. SERVANT. Ay; but, Sir Saucebox, know you in what place? HORSE-COURSER. Ay, ay, the house is good enough to drink in.      —Zouns, fill us some beer, or we'll break all the barrels in the house, and dash out all your brains with your bottles! FAUSTUS. Be not so furious:  come, you shall have beer.—      My lord, beseech you give me leave a while; I'll gage my credit 'twill content your grace. DUKE. With all my heart, kind doctor; please thyself; Our servants and our court's at thy command. FAUSTUS. I humbly thank your grace.—Then fetch some beer. HORSE-COURSER. Ay, marry, there spake 219 a doctor, indeed! and, faith, I'll drink a health to thy wooden leg for that word. FAUSTUS. My wooden leg! what dost thou mean by that?       CARTER. Ha, ha, ha!—Dost hear him, 220 Dick? he has forgot his leg. HORSE-COURSER. Ay, ay, he does not stand much upon that. FAUSTUS. No, faith; not much upon a wooden leg. CARTER. Good Lord, that flesh and blood should be so frail with your worship! Do not you remember a horse-courser you sold a horse to? FAUSTUS. Yes, I remember I sold one a horse. CARTER. And do you remember you bid he should not ride him 221 into the water? FAUSTUS. Yes, I do very well remember that. CARTER. And do you remember nothing of your leg? FAUSTUS. No, in good sooth. CARTER. Then, I pray you, 222 remember your courtesy. FAUSTUS. I 

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