Scene six, version B

Enter ROBIN, with a book.

ROBIN. What, Dick! look to the horses there, till I come again.
I have gotten one of Doctor Faustus' conjuring-books; and now
we'll have such knavery as't passes.

Enter DICK.

DICK. What, Robin! you must come away and walk the horses.

ROBIN. I walk the horses! I scorn't, faith: I have other
matters in hand: let the horses walk themselves, an they will.--
[Reads.]
A per se, a; t, h, e, the; o per se, o; Demy orgon gorgon.--
Keep further from me, O thou illiterate and unlearned hostler!

DICK. 'Snails, what hast thou got there? a book! why, thou canst
not tell ne'er a word on't.

ROBIN. That thou shalt see presently: keep out of the circle,
I say, lest I send you into the ostry with a vengeance.

DICK. That's like, faith! you had best leave your foolery; for,
an my master come, he'll conjure you, faith.

ROBIN. My master conjure me! I'll tell thee what; an my master
come here, I'll clap as fair a pair of horns on's head as
e'er thou sawest in thy life.

DICK. Thou need'st not do that, for my mistress hath done it.

ROBIN. Ay, there be of us here that have waded as deep into
matters as other men, if they were disposed to talk.

DICK. A plague take you! I thought you did not sneak up and down
after her for nothing. But, I prithee, tell me in good sadness,
Robin, is that a conjuring-book?

ROBIN. Do but speak what thou'lt have me to do, and I'll do't:
if thou'lt dance naked, put off thy clothes, and I'll conjure
thee about presently; or, if thou'lt go but to the tavern with
me, I'll give thee white wine, red wine, claret-wine, sack,
muscadine, malmsey, and whippincrust, hold, belly, hold; and
we'll not pay one penny for it.

DICK. 0, brave! Prithee, let's to it presently, for I am as
dry as a dog.

ROBIN. Come, then, let's away.
[Exeunt.]

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