_Enter_ Darius _and_ Alexander; _they Fight_: Darius _falls_. Alexander _takes his Crown, and puts it on his Head_. [_Exit._ Darius _sinks_. _Faust._ Away, be gon; see, my Gracious Lord, what Beast is that that thrusts his Head out of yon' Window. _Emp._ O wondrous Sight! see two Horns on young _Benoolio_'s Head; call him, Lords. _Lord._ What, ho! _Benoolio_. _Ben._ A Plague upon you, let me Sleep. _Lord._ Look up, _Benoolio_, 'tis the Emperor calls. _Ben._ The Emperor; O my Head. _Faust._ And thy Horns hold, 'tis no matter for thy Head. _Ben._ Doctor, this is your Villany. _Faust._ O say not so, Sir; the Doctor has no Skill, if he bring _Alexander_ or _Darius_ here you'll be _Actæon_, and turn to a Stag: Therefore, if it please your Majesty, I'll bring a Kennel of Hounds to hunt him. Ho! _Helmot_, _Argiron_, _Asterot_. _Ben._ Hold, he'll raise a Kennel of Devils. Good, my Lord, intreat. _Emp._ Prithee remove his Horns, he has done Penance enough. _Faust._ Away; and remember hereafter you speak well of Scholars. _Ben._ If Scholars be such Cuckolds to put Horns upon honest Mens Heads, I'll ne'er trust Smooth-face and Small-band more: But if I been't reveng'd, may I be turn'd to a Gaping Oyster, and drink nothing but Salt-water. _Emp._ Come, _Faustus_, in recompence of this high Desert, Thou shalt command the State of _Germany_, and live belov'd of mighty _Carolus_. [_Exeunt omnes._ SCENE _a Garden_. _Lord._ Nay, sweet _Benoolio_, let us sway thy Thoughts from this Attempt against the Conjurer. _Ben._ My Head is lighter than it was by the Horns: And yet my Heart's more pond'rous than my Head, And pants, until I see the Conjurer dead. _2 Lord._ Consider. _Ben._ Away; disswade me not, he comes. [_Draws._ _Enter_ Faustus _with a false Head_. Now Sword strike home: For Horns he gave, I'll have his Head anon. _Runs_ Faustus _through, he falls_. _Faust._ Oh, oh. _Ben._ Groan you, Mr. Doctor, now for his Head. [_Cuts his Head off._ _Lord._ Struck with a willing Hand. _Ben._ First, on this Scull, in quittance of my Wrongs, I'll nail huge forked Horns within the Window where he yoak'd me first, that all the World may see my just Revenge; and thus having settled his Head---- _Faust._ What shall the Body do, Gentlemen. _Ben._ The Devil's alive again? _Lord._ Give the Devil his Head again. _Faust._ Nay, keep it; _Faustus_ will have Heads and Hands; I call your Hearts to recompence this Deed. Ho; _Asteroth_, _Belincoth_, _Mephostopholis_. _Enter Devils, and Horse 'em upon others._ Go Horse these Traytors on your fiery Backs. Drag 'em through Dirt and Mud, through Thorns and Briers. _Lord._ Pity us, gentle _Faustus_, save our Lives. _Faust._ Away. _Ben._ He must needs go whom the Devil drives. [_Spirits fly away._ _Exit_ Faustus. SCENE _a Hall_. _Enter_ Harlequin _in a Beggar's Habit_.