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of those two deceased princes...

which long since are consumed into dust.

Marry, Master Doctor,

now there's a sign of grace in you...

when you will confess the truth.

But such spirits as can lively resemble...

Alexander and his paramour,

shall appear before Your Grace.

Go to, Master Doctor,

let us see them presently.

Do you hear, Master Doctor?

You bring Alexander and his paramour

before the Emperor.

How then, sir?

In faith, that's as true

as Diana turned me into a stag.

No, sir. But when Actaeon died,

he left the horns for you.

Mephistophilis, begone.

Nay, and you go to conjuring, I'll be gone!

I'll meet with you anon

for interrupting me so.

Here they be, my gracious lord.

Master Doctor...

I heard this lady, while she lived...

had a mole in her neck.

- How shall I know whether it be so or not?

- Your Highness may boldly go and see.

I see it plain.

Will it please Your Grace

to send for the knight...

that was so pleasant with me here of late?

Call forth the Knight of Hallgart.

The Knight of Hallgart.

How now, Sir Knight.

I had thought thou had'st

been a bachelor...

but now I see thou hast a wife...

that not only gives thee horns,

but makes thee wear them.

Feel on thy head.

Thou damned wretch and execrable dog...

bred in the concave

of some monstrous rock.

How darest thou thus abuse a gentleman?

- Villain, I say undo what thou hast done.

- Not so fast, sir, make 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.

Good Master Doctor,

at my entreaty, release him.

He hath done penance sufficient.

My lord, not so much for the injury

he offered me 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.

Sir Knight,

you have permission to withdraw.

Believe me, Master Doctor,

this merriment hath much pleased us.

My gracious lady,

I am glad it contents you so well.

Come, madam, let us in...

where we must well reward

this learned man...

for the great kindness

he hath showed to us.

And so we shall, my lord...

and, whilst we live,

rest beholding for this courtesy.

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.

I will drink deep of what remains.

Passing brave...

passing....

Give me wine, Mephistophilis.

- What day is this?

- 'Tis Holy Peter's day.

What's that to us?

I know you'd fain see the Pope

and take some part.

For the cause we are no common guests,

I choose his privy chamber for our use.

His privy chamber.

We'll be bold with his good cheer.

I hope His Holiness will bid us welcome.

I'm content to compass them some sport

and by their folly make us merriment.

Then charm me, that I may be invisible

and do whatever I please...

unseen by any whilst I stay in Rome.

Faustus, thou shalt.

Kneel down presently.

Pluto's blue fire and Hecate's tree...

with magic spells so compass thee...

that no eye may thy body see.

So, Faustus, do what thou wilt...

thou shalt not be discerned.

Amen.

My Lord of Lorraine,

wilt please you draw near?

My lord, this dainty dish

was sent me from the Bishop of Milan.

I thank you, sir.

How now!

Who snatched that dish from thee?

Will no man look?

My lord, it may be some ghost...

newly crept out of Purgatory,

come to beg a pardon of Your Holiness.

It may be so.

Friars...

prepare a dirge to lay the fury

of this ghost.

We shall be cursed

with bell, book, and candle.

Bell, book, and candle.

Candle, book, and bell.

Forward and backward,

to curse Faustus to Hell!

Anon you shall hear a hog grunt,

a calf bleat, and an ass bray...

because it is Saint Peter's holiday.

Come, brethren, let's about our business

with good devotion.

Cursed be he that stole His Holiness' meat

from the table.

Cursed be he that struck His Holiness

a blow on the face.

Cursed be he that took Friar Sandelo

a blow on the pate.

Cursed be he that disturbeth

our holy dirge.

Cursed be he that took away

His Holiness' wine.

Tell thou...

Saint Peter that!

I cannot eat but little meat

My stomach is not good

But sure I think that I can drink

With him that wears a hood

Though I go bare, take ye no care

I am nothing a-cold

I stuff my skin so full within

of jolly good ale and old

Back and side go bare, go bare

Both foot and hand go cold

But belly, God send thee good ale enough

Whether it be new or old

Come hither, landlord.

Another butt of sack for myself...

and these learned colleagues of mine.

No more sack, Master Doctor, no more.

No more sack, sirrah?

Until you have paid the sum of 30 crowns...

owed by yourself and your friends here.

What, I tell thee, knave,

keep a civil tongue in your head...

and pay due respect to my court...

or else I'll call up the Devil

and he bears thee off.

Now, Master Doctor, no more of your tricks.

- I want my money.

- He wants his money.

Tricks, I'll show you tricks,

you lying knave!

Sot! Cuckold!

Master Doctor Faustus, wake up and listen.

Wake up!

Will you not wake? You son of a whore!

You conjuring knave, I'll make you wake!

Now, good Doctor...

turn mine host here, mine Lord Bountiful...

into the sack from whence he came.

Away, rogue!

What, doest think I am a vintner?

What art thou, Faustus...

but a man condemned to die?

To die.

What art thou, Faustus,

but a man condemned to die?

Thy fatal time doth draw to final end.

Despair doth drive distrust

into thy thoughts.

Confound these passions with a quiet sleep.

Tush, Christ did call the thief

upon the cross.

Then rest thee, Faustus...

quiet in conceit.

Did you say something, master?

Nothing, boy, nothing.

As you say, sir.

Some three of your young students

wait upon your honor.

You must dress.

Here, sir, here.

Wouldst have my worldly goods, boy?

Why, who would not, sir?

For whatsoever a man wants in this world,

Faustus can have.

All but that unconsidered light

that will not buy...

a poor man a small candle.

You've left me, sir.

Nay, it hath left me.

Therefore, take thou the rest.

Why, what's that, sir?

Why, nothing, sir.

You give me nothing, sir?

All my worldly goods.

I think my master means to die shortly...

for he hath given to me all his goods.

This way, gentlemen.

Your honored master, the doctor,

will receive you.

Gentlemen?

Master Doctor Faustus...

we have had conference about fair ladies...

which was the beautifullest

in all the world...

and have determined with ourselves...

that Helen of Greece

was the admirablest lady that ever lived.

Therefore, Master Doctor...

if you will do us that favor as to let

us see that peerless dame of Greece...

whom all the world admires for majesty...

we should think ourselves

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