Enter two Scholars.
I wonder what's become of Faustus, that was
wont to make our schools ring with sic probo.
That shall we know, for see here comes his boy.
How now sirrah, where's thy master?
God in heaven knows.
Why, dost not thou know?
Yes, I know, but that follows not.
Go to,sirrah! leave your jesting, and tell us where
That follows not necessary by force of argument,
that you being licentiate should stand upon't, therefore ac-
knowledge your error, and be attentive.
Why, did'st thou not say thou knew'st?
Have you any witness on't?
Yes ,sirrah, I heard you.
Ask my fellow if I be a thief.
Well, you will not tell us?
Yes sir, I will tell you, yet if you were not dunces
you would never ask me such a question, for is not he cor-
pus naturale, and is not that mobile, then wherefore should
you ask me such a question? But that I am by nature phleg-
matic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery (to love, I
would say), it were not for you to come within forty foot of
the place of execution, although I do not doubt to see you
both hang'd the next sessions. Thus having triumphed over
you, I will set my countenance like a precision, and begin to
speak thus: truly my dear brethren, my master is within
at dinner with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine if it could
speak, it would inform your worships, and so the Lord
bless you, preserve you, and keep you my dear brethren,
my dear brethren.
Nay,then, I fear he has fallen into that damned art, for
which they two are infamous through the world.
Were he a stranger, and not allied to me, yet should
I grieve for him. But come let us go and inform the Rector,
and see if he by his grave counsel can reclaim him.
O, but I fear me nothing can reclaim him.
Yet let us try what we can do.