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Enter Martino, and Frederick at several doors.

Mart.
What ho, officers, gentlemen!
Hie to the presence to attend the Emperor,
1185Good Frederick, see the rooms be voided straight;
His majesty is coming to the hall.
Go back and see the state in readiness.

Fre.
But where is Bruno, our elected pope,
That on a fury's back came post from Rome.
1190Will not his grace consort the Emperor?

Mart.
O yes, and with him comes the German conjuror,
The learned Faustus, fame of Wittenberg,
The wonder of the world for magic art,
And he intends to show great Carolus,
1195The race of all his stout progenitors,
And bring in presence of his majesty,
The royal shapes and warlike semblances
Of Alexander and his beauteous paramour.

Fre.
Where is Benvolio?

Mart.
1200Fast asleep I warrant you.
He took his rouse with stoups of Rhennish wine
So kindly yesternight to Bruno's health,
That all this day the sluggard keeps his bed.

Fre.
See, see his window's ope; we'll call to him.

Mart.
1205What hoe, Benvolio!

Enter Benvolio above at a window, in his
nightcap, buttoning.

Benu.
What a devil ail you two?

Mar.
Speak softly, sir, lest the devil hear you,
1210For Faustus at the court is late arrived,
And at his heels a thousand furies wait
To accomplish whatsoever the Doctor please.

Benu.
What of this?

Mar.
Come leave thy chamber first, and thou shalt see
1215This conjuror perform such rare exploits
Before the Pope and royal Emperor,
As never yet was seen in Germany.

Benu.
Has not the Pope enough of conjuring yet?
He was upon the devil's back late enough,
1220And if he be so far in love with him,
I would he would post with him to Rome again.

Fred.
Speak, wilt thou come and see this sport?

Ben.
Not I.

Mar.
Wilt thou stand in thy window and see it then?

Ben.
1225Ay, and I fall not asleep i'th'mean time.

Mar.
The Emperor is at hand; who comes to see
What wonders by black spells may compass be.


Ben.
Well, go you attend the Emperor. I am content
for this once to thrust my head out at a window, for they say,
if a man be drunk overnight, the Devil cannot hurt him in
the morning. If that be true, I have a charm in my head
shall control him as well as the conjuror, I warrant you.


Exit.

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