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  Your heads are all set with hornes.

Fred. You hit it right; It is your owne you meane, feele on your head.

Ben. Zounds, hornes againe.

Mart. Nay, chafe not man; we all are sped.

Ben. What divell attends this damn'd Magitian, That spight of spite, our wrongs are doubled?

Fred. What may we doe that we may hide our shames?

Ben. If we should follow him to worke revenge, Hee'd joyne long Asses eares to these huge hornes, And make us laughing stocks to all the world.

Mart. What shall we then do, deere Benvolio?

Ben. I have a Castle joyning near these woods, And thither weele repaire and live obscure, Till time shall alter these our brutish shapes: Sith blacke disgrace hath thus ecclipst our fame, Weele rather die with griefe, then live with shame. Exeunt omnes.  

Horse-c. I beseech your Worship accept of these forty Dollers.

Faust. Friend, thou canst not buy so good a horse for so small a price: I have no great need to sell him, but if thou likest him for ten dollers more, take him, because I see thou hast a good minde to him.

Horse. I beseech you sir accept of this; I am a very poore man, and have lost very much of late by horse-flesh, and this bargaine will set me up againe.

Faust. Well I will not stand with thee, give me the mony: now sirra I must tell you, that you may ride him ore hedge, and ditch, and spare him not, but doe you hear? in any case ride him not into the water.

Horse. How sir, not into the water? why, will he not drinke of all waters?  Rh