The tragical history of

RALPH
Come, what dost thou with that same book? Thou canst not
read.
ROBIN.
Yes, my master and mistress shall find that I can read, he
for his forehead, she for her private study; she’s born to bear
with me, or else my art fails.
RALPH
Why, Robin, what book is that?
ROBIN. 
What book! Why, the most intolerable book for conjuring that
e’er was invented by any brimstone devil.

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RALPH
Canst thou conjure with it?
ROBIN.
I can do all these things easily with it: first, I can make
thee drunk with ippocras 72 at any tabern 73in Europe for
nothing; that’s one of my conjuring works.
RALPH
Our Master Parson says that’s nothing.
ROBIN. 
True, Ralph; and more, Ralph, if thou hast any mind to Nan
Spit, our kitchenmaid, then turn her and wind her to thy own use
as often as thou wilt, and at midnight.
RALPH
O brave Robin, shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own use? On
that condition I’ll feed thy devil with horsebread as long as he
lives, of free cost.
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Wine mixed with sugar and spices.
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Tavern.

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ROBIN. 
No more, sweet Ralph: let’s go and make clean our boots,
which lie foul upon our hands, and then to our conjuring in the
Devil’s name. 
[Exeunt.
SCENE IX.
An Inn.
Enter ROBIN and RALPH with a silver goblet
ROBIN. 
Come, Ralph, did not I tell thee we were for ever made by
this Doctor Faustus’ book? Ecce signum, 74 here’s a simple
purchase 75for horsekeepers; our horses shall eat no hay as
long as this lasts.
Enter the VINTNER
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“Behold a sign.”
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Gain

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