Scene VIII

Enter ROBIN the Ostler with a book in his hand.

Enter RALPH, calling ROBIN.


O, this is admirable! here I ha' stolen one of Doctor
Faustus' conjuring books, and, i'faith, I mean to search
some circles for my own use. Now will I make all the
maidens in our parish dance at my pleasure, stark naked
before me; and so by that means I shall see more than e'er(5)
I felt or saw yet.
Robin, prithee, come away; there's a gentleman tarries
to have his horse, and he would have his things
rubbed and made clean: he keeps such a chafing with my
mistress about it; and she has sent me to look thee out;(10)
prithee, come away.
Keep out, keep out, or else you are blown up; you are
dismembered, Ralph: keep out, for I am about a roaring
piece of work.
Come, what dost thou with that same book? Thou(15)
can'st not read.
Yes, my master and mistress shall find that I can read,
he for his forehead, she for her private study; she's born
to bear with me, or else my art fails.
Why, Robin, what book is that?(20)
What book! why, the most intolerable book for con-
juring that e'er was invented by any brimstone devil.
Can'st thou conjure with it?
I can do all these things easily with it; first, I can
make thee drunk with ippocras at any tabern in(25)
Europe for nothing; that's one of my conjuring works.
Our Master Parson says that's nothing.
True, Ralph; and more, Ralph, if thou hast any
mind to Nan Spit, our kitchenmaid, then turn her and
wind her to thy own use as often as thou wilt, and at(30)
O brave, Robin! shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine
own use? On that condition I'd feed thy devil with
horsebread as long as he lives, of free cost.
No more, sweet Ralph: let's go and make clean our(35)
boots, which lie foul upon our hands, and then to our
conjuring in the Devil's name.