Scene IX

Enter ROBIN and RALPH with a silver goblet.

ROBIN.

Come, Ralph, did not I tell thee we were for ever
made by this Doctor Faustus' book? ecce, signum. here's
a simple purchase for horse-keepers; our horses shall eat
no hay as long as this lasts.

RALPH.

But, Robin, here comes the vintner.(5)

ROBIN.

Hush! I'll gull him supernaturally.

Enter Vintner.

Drawer, I hope all is paid: God be with you;—come, Ralph.

VINTNER.

Soft, sir; a word with you. I must yet have a goblet
paid from you, ere you go.

ROBIN.

I, a goblet, Ralph; I, a goblet!—I scorn you; and you(10)
are but a &c. I, a goblet! search me.

VINTNER.

I mean so, sir, with your favour.

[Searches him.]

ROBIN.

How say you now?

VINTNER.

I must say somewhat to your fellow. You, sir!

RALPH.

Me, sir! me, sir! search your fill. [Vintner searches(15)
him.] Now, sir, you may be ashamed to burden honest
men with a matter of truth.

VINTNER.

Well, t'one of you hath this goblet about you.

ROBIN.

You lie, drawer, 'tis afore me

[Aside.]

Sirrah you, I'll teach you to impeach honest men;—(20)
stand by;—I'll scour you for a goblet!—stand aside
you had best, I charge you in the name of Belzebub.
Look to the goblet, Ralph.

[Aside to RALPH.]

VINTNER.

What mean you, sirrah?

ROBIN.

I'll tell you what I mean.(25)

[Reads from a book.]

Sanctobulorum Periphrasticon—Nay, I'll tickle you,
vintner. Look to the goblet, Ralph.

[Aside to RALPH.]

[Reads] Polypragmos Belseborams framanto
pacostiphos tostu, Mephistophilis, &c.

Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS, sets squibs at their backs and then exit. They run about.

VINTNER.

O nomine Domini! what meanest thou, Robin?(30)
thou hast no goblet.

RALPH.

Peccatum peccatorum! Here's thy goblet, good
vintner.

[Gives the goblet to Vintner, who exit.]

ROBIN.

Misericordia pro nobis! What shall I do? Good
Devil, forgive me now, and I'll never rob thy library(35)
more.

Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS.

MEPHIST.

Monarch of Hell, under whose black survey
Great potentates do kneel with awful fear,
Upon whose altars thousand souls do lie,
How am I vexed with these villains' charms?(40)
From Constantinople am I hither come
Only for pleasure of these damned slaves.

ROBIN.

How, from Constantinople? You have had a great
journey: will you take sixpence in your purse to pay for
your supper, and begone?(45)

MEPHIST.

Well, villains, for your presumption, I transform
thee into an ape, and thee into a dog; and so begone.

[Exit.]

ROBIN.

How, into an ape; that's brave! I'll have fine sport with
the boys. I'll get nuts and apples enow.

RALPH.

And I must be a dog.(50)

ROBIN.

I'faith, thy head will never be out of the pottage pot.

[Exeunt.]