Post by Andrew on Jul 30, 2012 7:04:55 GMT -10
[4.5] Enter a HORSE-COURSER.
HORSE-COURSER. Do you hear, sir? I have brought you forty dollars
for your horse.
FAUSTUS. I cannot sell him so: if thou likest him for fifty, take
him.
HORSE-COURSER. Alas, sir, I have no more!--I pray you, speak for
me.
MEPHIST. I pray you, let him have him: he is an honest fellow,
and he has a great charge, neither wife nor child.
FAUSTUS. Well, come, give me your money [HORSE-COURSER gives
FAUSTUS the money]. But I must
tell you one thing before you have him; ride him not into the
water, at any hand.
HORSE-COURSER. Why, sir, will he not drink of all waters?
FAUSTUS. O, yes, he will drink of all waters; but ride him not
into the water.
HORSE-COURSER. Well, sir.--Now am I made man forever: I'll not
leave my horse for forty: if he had but the quality of
hey-ding-ding, hey-ding-ding, I'd make a brave living on him:
he has a buttock as slick as an eel [Aside].--Well, God b'wi'ye,
sir: your boy will deliver him me: but, hark you, sir; if my
horse be sick or ill at ease, if I bring his water to you, you'll
tell me what it is?
FAUSTUS. Away, you villain! what, dost think I am a horse-doctor?
[Exit HORSE-COURSER.]
What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn'd to die?
Thy fatal time doth draw to final end;
Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts:
Confound these passions with a quiet sleep:
Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the Cross;
Then rest thee, Faustus, quiet in conceit.
[Sleeps in his chair.]
Pour water on HORSE- COURSER. Re-enter HORSE-COURSER, all wet, crying.
HORSE-COURSER. O what a cozening doctor was this? Ho, sirrah doctor, you cozening scab! I, riding my horse
into the water, thinking some hidden mystery had been in the horse. I had nothing
under me but a little straw and had much ado to escape drowning. Master doctor, awake
and rise, and give me my money again, for your horse is turned to
a bottle of hay. Master doctor![Pulls FAUSTUS by the leg, and
pulls it away.] Alas, I am undone! what shall I do?
FAUSTUS. O, help, help! the villain hath murdered me.
HORSE-COURSER. Murder or not murder.
FAUSTUS. Stop him, stop him, stop him! Ha, ha, ha,
Enter WAGNER. RETURN TO STUDY.
How now, Wagner! what's the news with thee?
WAGNER. Sir, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly entreat your
company.
FAUSTUS. The Duke of Vanholt! an honourable gentleman, to whom
I must be no niggard of my cunning.--Come, Mephistopheles,
let's away to him.
[Exeunt.]
HORSE-COURSER. Do you hear, sir? I have brought you forty dollars
for your horse.
FAUSTUS. I cannot sell him so: if thou likest him for fifty, take
him.
HORSE-COURSER. Alas, sir, I have no more!--I pray you, speak for
me.
MEPHIST. I pray you, let him have him: he is an honest fellow,
and he has a great charge, neither wife nor child.
FAUSTUS. Well, come, give me your money [HORSE-COURSER gives
FAUSTUS the money]. But I must
tell you one thing before you have him; ride him not into the
water, at any hand.
HORSE-COURSER. Why, sir, will he not drink of all waters?
FAUSTUS. O, yes, he will drink of all waters; but ride him not
into the water.
HORSE-COURSER. Well, sir.--Now am I made man forever: I'll not
leave my horse for forty: if he had but the quality of
hey-ding-ding, hey-ding-ding, I'd make a brave living on him:
he has a buttock as slick as an eel [Aside].--Well, God b'wi'ye,
sir: your boy will deliver him me: but, hark you, sir; if my
horse be sick or ill at ease, if I bring his water to you, you'll
tell me what it is?
FAUSTUS. Away, you villain! what, dost think I am a horse-doctor?
[Exit HORSE-COURSER.]
What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn'd to die?
Thy fatal time doth draw to final end;
Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts:
Confound these passions with a quiet sleep:
Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the Cross;
Then rest thee, Faustus, quiet in conceit.
[Sleeps in his chair.]
Pour water on HORSE- COURSER. Re-enter HORSE-COURSER, all wet, crying.
HORSE-COURSER. O what a cozening doctor was this? Ho, sirrah doctor, you cozening scab! I, riding my horse
into the water, thinking some hidden mystery had been in the horse. I had nothing
under me but a little straw and had much ado to escape drowning. Master doctor, awake
and rise, and give me my money again, for your horse is turned to
a bottle of hay. Master doctor![Pulls FAUSTUS by the leg, and
pulls it away.] Alas, I am undone! what shall I do?
FAUSTUS. O, help, help! the villain hath murdered me.
HORSE-COURSER. Murder or not murder.
FAUSTUS. Stop him, stop him, stop him! Ha, ha, ha,
Enter WAGNER. RETURN TO STUDY.
How now, Wagner! what's the news with thee?
WAGNER. Sir, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly entreat your
company.
FAUSTUS. The Duke of Vanholt! an honourable gentleman, to whom
I must be no niggard of my cunning.--Come, Mephistopheles,
let's away to him.
[Exeunt.]
