_Hors._ Murder, or not Murder, now he has but one Leg I'll out-run him. [_Exit._ _Faust._ Stop, stop him; ha, ha, ha, _Faustus_ has his Leg again, and the Horse-courser a Bundle of Hay for his Forty Dollars. Come, _Mephostopholis_, let's now attend the Emperor. [_Exit_ Faust. _and_ Meph. _Enter_ Horse-courser, _and_ Carter, _with Pots of Ale_. _Cart._ Here's to thee; and now I'll tell thee what I came hither for: You have heard of a Conjurer they call Doctor _Faustus_. _Hors._ Heard of him, a Plague take him, I have Cause to know him; has he play'd any Pranks with you? _Cart._ I'll tell thee, as I was going to the Market a while ago, with a Load of Hay, he met me, and askt me, What he should give me for as much Hay as his Horse would Eat: Now, Sir, I thinking that a little would serve his Turn, bad him take as much as he would for Three Farthings. _Hors._ So. _Cart._ So he presently gave me Mony, and fell to Eating: And as I'm a cursen Man, he never left Yeating and Yeating, 'till he had eaten up my whole Load of Hay. _Hors._ Now you shall hear how he serv'd me: I went to him Yesterday to buy a Horse of him, which I did; and he had me be sure not to ride him into the Water. _Cart._ Good. _Hors._ Ad's Wounds 'twas Bad, as you shall hear: For I thinking the Horse had some rare Quality, that he would not have me know, what do me I but rides him in the Water; and when I came just in the midst of the River, I found my self a Straddle on a Bottle of Hay. _Cart._ O rare Doctor! _Hors._ But you shall hear how I serv'd him bravely for it; for finding him a Sleep just now in a By-Field, I whoop'd and hollow'd in his Ears, but could not wake him; so I took hold of his Leg, and never left pulling till I had pull'd it quite off. _Cart._ And has the Doctor but one Leg then? That's Rare. But come, this is his House, let's in and see for our Mony; look you, we'll pay as we come back. _Hors._ Done, done; and when we have got our Mony let's laugh at his one Leg: Ha, ha, ha. [_Exeunt Laughing._ _Enter_ Hostess. _Host._ What have the Rogues left my Pots, and run away, without paying their Reck'ning? I'll after 'em, cheating Villains, Rogues, Cut-purses; rob a poor Woman, cheat the Spittle, and rob the King of his Excise; a parcel of Rustick, Clownish, Pedantical, High-shoo'd, Plow-jobbing, Cart-driving, Pinch-back'd, Paralytick, Fumbling, Grumbling, Bellowing, Yellowing, Peas-picking, Stinking, Mangy, Runagate, Ill-begotten, Ill-contriv'd, Wry-mouth'd, Spatrifying, Dunghill-raking, Costive, Snorting, Sweaty, Farting, Whaw-drover Dogs. [_Exit_ _Enter_ Faustus. _Faust._ My Time draws near, and 20 Years are past: I have but Four poor Twelve Months for my Life, and then I am damn'd for ever. _Enter an_ Old Man.