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  , O she was an ancient Gentlewoman, her name was Margery March-beere. Now Faustus thou hast heard all my Progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper?

Fau. Not I.

Glut. Then the Devill choake thee.

Fau. Choake thy selfe Glutton: What art thou the sixt?

Sloth. Hey ho: I am Sloth. I was begotten on a sunnybank, Hey ho, Ile not speake a word more for a Kings ransom.

Fau. And what are you Mistris Minks, the seventh and last?

Letch. Who? I sir? I am one that loves an inch of rawe Mutton, better than an ell of fride Stockfish: and the first letter of my name begins with Lechery.

Lucif. Away to hell, away, on Piper.

Fau. O how this sight doth delight my soule.

Luci. But Faustus, in hell is all manner of delight.

Fau. O might I see hell, and returne again safe, how happy were I then?

Lucif. Faustus, thou shalt: at midnight I will send for thee, Meane while peruse this booke, and view it thoroughly, And thou shalt turn thyself into what shape thou wilt.

Fau. Thanks mighty Lucifer. This will I keepe as chary as my life.

Luc. Now Faustus farewell.

Fau. Farewell great Lucifer. Come Mephostophilis

 

What Dick, looke to the horses there till I come againe, I have gotten one of Doctor Faustus conjuring bookes, and now wee'le have such knavery, as't passes.

Dic. What Robin you must come away & walk the horses.

Rob. I walke the horses? I scorn't ifaith, I have other matters in hand, let the horses walke themselves an they will. A per se a, t. h. e the: o per se o, deny orgon, gorgon: keepe further from me O thou illiterate and unlearned Hostler.

Dic. Snayles, what hast thou got there: a booke? why thou canst ne're a word on't.  Rob.