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Enter Robin the Ostler with a book in his hand.

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 then ere I felt, or saw yet.

Enter Ralph calling Robin

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. Prithee come

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
canst not read.

Yes, my master and mistress shall find that I can
read, he for his forehead, she for her private study; she's
borne to bear with me, or else my art fails.

Why , Robin, what book is that?

What book? Why, the most intolerable book for
conjuring that ere was invented by any brimstone devil.

Canst thou conjure with it?

I can do all these things easily with it: first, I can
make thee drunk with ipocras at any tavern in 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 kitchen maid, then turn her and wind her
to thy own use, as often as thou wilt, and at midnight.

O brave Robin, shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine
own use? On that condition I'll feed thy devil with horse-
bread as long as he lives, of free cost.

No more, sweet Ralph, let's go and make clean
our boots, which lie foul upon our hands, and then to our
conjuring in the devil's name.Exeunt.

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