Scene + 

XI + 

Enter Faustus and Mephistopheles. + 

Faustus + 

Now, Mephistopheles, the restless course + 

That Time doth run with calm and silent foot, + 

Shortening my days and thread of vital life, + 

Calls for the payment of my latest years: + 

Therefore, sweet Mephistopheles, let us + 

Make haste to Wertenberg. + 

Mephistopheles + 

What, will you go on horseback or on foot? + 

Faustus + 

Nay, till I’m past this fair and pleasant green, I’ll walk on foot. + 

Enter a Horse-Courser. + 

Horse-Courser + 

I have been all this day seeking one Master Fustian: mass, see where he is! God save you, Master Doctor! + 

Faustus + 

What, horse-courser! You are well met. + 

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. + 

Mephistopheles + 

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. My boy will deliver him to you. 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: ride him over hedge or ditch, or where thou wilt, but 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 condemned 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. + 

Reenter Horse-Courser, all wet, crying. + 

Horse-Courser + 

Alas, alas! Doctor Fustian, quoth a? mass, Doctor Lopus was never such a doctor: has given me a purgation has purged me of forty dollars; I shall never see them more. But yet, like an ass as I was, I would not be ruled by him, for he bade me I should ride him into no water: now I, thinking my horse had had some rare quality that he would not have had me know of, I, like a venturous youth, rid him into the deep pond at the town’s end. I was no sooner in the middle of the pond, but my horse vanished away, and I sat upon a bottle of hay, never so near drowning in my life. But I’ll seek out my Doctor, and have my forty dollars again, or I’ll make it the dearest horse!⁠—O, yonder is his snipper-snapper.⁠—Do you hear? you, hey-pass, where’s your master? + 

Mephistopheles + 

Why, sir, what would you? You cannot speak with him. + 

Horse-Courser + 

But I will speak with him. + 

Mephistopheles + 

Why, he’s fast asleep. Come some other time. + 

Horse-Courser + 

I’ll speak with him now, or I’ll break his glass windows about his ears. + 

Mephistopheles + 

I tell thee, he has not slept this eight nights. + 

Horse-Courser + 

An he have not slept this eight weeks I’ll speak with him. + 

Mephistopheles + 

See where he is, fast asleep. + 

Horse-Courser + 

Ay, this is he. God save you, Master Doctor, Master Doctor, Master Doctor Fustian Forty dollars, forty dollars for a bottle of hay! + 

Mephistopheles + 

Why, thou seest he hears thee not. + 

Horse-Courser + 

So-ho, ho!⁠—so-ho, ho! Hollows in his ear. No, will you not wake? I’ll make you wake ere I go. Pulls Faustus by the leg, and pulls it away. Alas, I am undone! what shall I do? + 

Faustus + 

O my leg, my leg! Help, Mephistopheles! call the officers. My leg, my leg! + 

Mephistopheles + 

Come, villain, to the constable. + 

Horse-Courser + 

O Lord, sir, let me go, and I’ll give you forty dollars more. + 

Mephistopheles + 

Where be they? + 

Horse-Courser + 

I have none about me. Come to my ostry, and I’ll give them you. + 

Mephistopheles + 

Begone quickly. + 

Horse-Courser runs away. + 

Faustus + 

What, is he gone? Farewell he! Faustus has his leg again, and the horse-courser, I take it, a bottle of hay for his labour. Well, this trick shall cost him forty dollars more. + 

Enter Wagner. + 

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. + 