_Old M._ O gentle _Faustus_, leave this damn'd Art; this Magick, that will charm thy Soul to Hell, and quite bereave thee of Salvation: Though thou hast now offended like a Man, do not, oh! do not persist in't like a Devil. It may be this my Exhortation seems harsh, and all unpleasant; let it not, for, gentle Son, I speak in tender Love and Pity of thy future Misery; and so have hope that this my kind Rebuke, checking thy Body, may preserve thy Soul. _Faust._ Where art thou, _Faustus_? Wretch, what hast thou done? O Friend, I feel thy Words to comfort my distressed Soul; retire, and let me ponder on my Sins. _Old M._ _Faustus_, I leave thee, but with grief of Heart, Fearing thy Enemy will near depart. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Mephostopholis. _Meph._ Thou Traytor, I arrest thee for Disobedience to thy Sovereign Lord; revolt, or I'll in piece-meal tear thy Flesh. _Faust._ I do repent I e'er offended him; torment, sweet Friend, that old Man that durst disswade me from thy _Lucifer_. _Meph._ His Faith is great, I cannot touch his Soul; but what I can afflict his Body with I will. _Enter_ Horse-courser _and_ Carter. _Hors._ We are come to drink a Health to your wooden Leg. _Faust._ My wooden Leg; what dost thou mean, Friend? _Hors._ Ha, ha! he has forgot his Leg. _Cart._ Psha, 'tis not a Leg he stands upon. Pray, let me ask you one Question; Are both your Legs Bed-fellows? _Faust._ Why dost thou ask? _Cart._ Because I believe you have a good Companion of one. _Hors._ Why, don't you remember I pull'd off one o' your Legs when you were a Sleep? _Faust._ But I have it again now I am awake. _Cart._ Ad's Wounds, had the Doctor three Legs!----You, Sir, don't you remember you gave a Peny for as much Hay as your Horse would eat, and then eat up my whole Load. _Hors._ Look you, Mr. Doctor, you must not carry it off so; I come to have the Mony again I gave for the Ho-o-o- [Faustus _waves his Wand_. _Cart._ And I come to be paid far my Load of Ha-a-a. _Enter_ Hostess. _Host._ O Mr. Doctor! do you harbour Rogues that bilk poor Folks, and wont pay their Reck'nings? Who must pay me for my A-a-a-a [_Waves again._ _Enter_ Scaramouche. _Scar._ Mr. Doctor, I can't be quiet for your Devil Mr. _Me-o-o--_ [_Waves again._ [_Exeunt_ Faustus _and_ Mephostopholis. _They all stare at one another, and so go off, crying O, o, o, o- to the Emperor's Pallace._ _Enter Emperor_, Faustus, _Gent. Guards._ Benoolio _above_. _Emp._ Wonder of Men, thrice Learned _Faustus_, Renowned Magician, welcome to our Court; and as thou late didst promise us, I would behold the Famous _Alexander_ fighting with his great Rival _Darius_, in their true Shapes, and State Majestical. _Faust._ Your Majesty shall see 'em presently. _Ben._ If thou bring'st _Alexander_, or _Darius_ here, I'll be content to be _Actæon_, and turn my self to a Stag. _Faust._ And I'll play _Diana_, and send you the Horns presently.