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Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS and other Devils.
Go, horse these traitors on your fiery backs,
And mount aloft with them as high as heaven;
Thence pitch them headlong to the lowest hell:
Yet, stay; the world shalt see their misery,
And hell shalt after plague their treachery.
Go, Belimoth, and take this caitiff hence,
And hurl him in some lake of mud and dirt:
Take thou this other, drag him through the woods
Amongst the pricking thorns and sharpest briers;
Whilst with my gentle Mephistophilis,
This traitor flies unto some sleepy rock,
That rolling down may break the villain's bones,
As he intended to dismember me.
Fly hence! despatch my charge immediately!
F
RED
.
Pity us, gentle Faustus, save our lives'
F
AUST
.
Away!
F
RED
.
He must needs go, that the devil drives.
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[Exeunt Spirits with the Knights
Enter the ambushed Soldiers.
I
ST
S
OLD
.
Come, sirs, prepare yourselves in readiness,
Make haste to help these noble gentlemen,
I heard them parley with the conjurer.
Z
ND
S
OLD
.
See, where he comes j despatch and kill the slave.
F
AUST
.
What's here? an ambush to betray my life!
Then, Faustus, try thy skill: base peasants, stand!
For lo, these trees remove at my command,
And stand as bulwarks 'twixt yourselves and me,
To shield me from your hated treachery:
Yet to encounter this your weak attempt,
Behold an army comes incontinent.
[FAUSTUS strikes the door, and enter a Devil flaying on a drum, after him another
bearing an ensign, and divers with weapons; MEPHISTO-PHILIS with fireworks.
They set upon the Soldiers and drive them out.
[SCENE Xb.]
Enter at several doors BENVOLIO, FREDERICK, and MAR-TINO, their heads and
faces bloody and besmeared with mud and dirt, all halting horns on their heads.
M
ART
.
What ho! Benvolio!
£
ENV
.
Here; what, Frederick, ho!
F
RED
.
O help me, gentle friend; where is Martino?
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M
ART
.
Dear Frederick, here, Half smothered in a lake of mud and dirt, Through
which the 'Furies dragged me by the heels.
F
RED
.
Martino, see Benvolio's horns again!
M
ART
.
O, misery! how now, Benvolio?
B
ENV
.
Defend me, heaven! shalt I be haunted still?
M
ART
.
Nay, fear not, man, we have no power to kill
B
ENV
.
My friends transformed thus: O, hellish spite
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Your heads are all set with
horns.
F
RED
.
You hit it right, It is your own you mean: feel on your head.
B
ENV
.
Zounds!
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horns again!
M
ART
.
Nay, chafe not, man, we all are sped.
B
ENV
.
What devil attends this damned magician, That spite of spite our wrongs are
doubled?
F
RED
.
What may we do that we may hide our shames?
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B
ENV
.
If we should follow him to work revenge, He'd join long asses' ears to these
huge horns, And make us laughing-stocks to all the world.
M
ART
.
What shalt we then do, dear Benvolio?
B
ENV
.
I have a castle joining near these woods, And thither we'll repair, and live
obscure, Till time shalt alter these
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our brutish shapes: Sith black disgrace
hath thus eclipsed our fame, We'll rather die with grief than live with shame.