the tragical history of doctor faustus(浮士德博士的悲剧)-第9部分
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As all his footmanship shall scarce prevail To keep his carcass from
their bloody fangs。 Ho； Belimoth； Argiron； Asteroth！
BENVOLIO。 Hold； hold！Zounds； he'll raise up a kennel of devils； I
think； anon。Good my lord； entreat for me。'Sblood； I am never able to
endure these torments。
EMPEROR。 Then； good Master Doctor； Let me entreat you to remove
his horns； He has done penance now sufficiently。
FAUSTUS。 My gracious lord； not so much for injury done to me； as to
delight your majesty with some mirth； hath Faustus justly requited this
injurious knight； which being all I desire； I am content to remove his
horns。Mephistophilis； transform him ＇MEPHISTOPHILIS
removes the horns＇：and hereafter； sir； look you speak well of
scholars。
BENVOLIO。 Speak well of ye！ 'sblood； an scholars be such cuckold…
makers； to clap horns of honest men's heads o' this order； I'll ne'er
trust smooth faces and small ruffs more。But； an I be not revenged for this；
would I might be turned to a gaping oyster； and drink nothing but salt
water！ ＇Aside； and then exit above。＇
EMPEROR。 Come； Faustus： while the Emperor lives； In recompense
of this thy high desert； Thou shalt command the state of Germany； And
live belov'd of mighty Carolus。 ＇Exeunt。＇
Enter BENVOLIO； MARTINO； FREDERICK； and SOLDIERS。
MARTINO。 Nay； sweet Benvolio； let us sway thy thoughts
》From this attempt against the conjurer。
BENVOLIO。 Away！ you love me not； to urge me thus： Shall I let slip
so great an injury； When every servile groom jests at my wrongs； And in
their rustic gambols proudly say； 〃Benvolio's head was grac'd with horns
today？〃 O； may these eyelids never close again； Till with my sword I have
that conjurer slain！ If you will aid me in this enterprise； Then draw
your weapons and be resolute； If not； depart： here will Benvolio die； But
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THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS BY CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE
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Faustus' death shall quit my infamy。
FREDERICK。 Nay； we will stay with thee； betide what may； And kill
that doctor； if he come this way。
BENVOLIO。 Then； gentle Frederick； hie thee to the grove； And place
our servants and our followers Close in an ambush there behind the
trees。 By this； I know the conjurer is near： I saw him kneel； and kiss the
Emperor's hand； And take his leave； laden with rich rewards。 Then；
soldiers； boldly fight： if Faustus die； Take you the wealth； leave us
the victory。
FREDERICK。 Come； soldiers； follow me unto the grove： Who kills
him shall have gold and endless love。 ＇Exit FREDERICK with
SOLDIERS。＇
BENVOLIO。 My head is lighter； than it was； by the horns； But yet my
heart's more ponderous than my head； And pants until I see
that conjurer dead。
MARTINO。 Where shall we place ourselves； Benvolio？
BENVOLIO。 Here will we stay to bide the first assault： O； were that
damned hell…hound but in place； Thou soon shouldst see me quit my foul
disgrace！
Re…enter FREDERICK。
FREDERICK。 Close； close！ the conjurer is at hand； And all alone
comes walking in his gown； Be ready； then； and strike the peasant
down。
BENVOLIO。 Mine be that honour； then。 Now； sword； strike home！
For horns he gave I'll have his head anon。
MARTINO。 See； see； he comes！
Enter FAUSTUS with a false head。
BENVOLIO。 No words。 This blow ends all： Hell take his soul！ his
body thus must fall。 ＇Stabs FAUSTUS。＇
FAUSTUS。 ＇falling。＇ O！
FREDERICK。 Groan you； Master Doctor？
BENVOLIO。 Break may his heart with groans！Dear Frederick； see；
Thus will I end his griefs immediately。
MARTINO。 Strike with a willing hand。 ＇BENVOLIO strikes off
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FAUSTUS' head。＇ His head is off。
BENVOLIO。 The devil's dead； the Furies now may laugh。
FREDERICK。 Was this that stern aspect； that awful frown； Made the
grim monarch of infernal spirits Tremble and quake at his commanding
charms？
MARTINO。 Was this that damned head； whose art conspir'd
Benvolio's shame before the Emperor？
BENVOLIO。 Ay； that's the head； and there the body lies； Justly
rewarded for his villanies。
FREDERICK。 Come； let's devise how we may add more shame To the
black scandal of his hated name。
BENVOLIO。 First； on his head； in quittance of my wrongs； I'll nail
huge forked horns； and let them hang Within the window where he yok'd
me first； That all the world may see my just revenge。
MARTINO。 What use shall we put his beard to？
BENVOLIO。 We'll sell it to a chimney…sweeper： it will wear out ten
birchen brooms； I warrant you。
FREDERICK。 What shall his eyes do？
BENVOLIO。 We'll pull out his eyes； and they shall serve for
buttons to his lips； to keep his tongue from catching cold。
MARTINO。 An excellent policy！ and now； sirs； having divided him；
what shall the body do？ ＇FAUSTUS rises。＇
BENVOLIO。 Zounds； the devil's alive again！
FREDERICK。 Give him his head； for God's sake。
FAUSTUS。 Nay； keep it： Faustus will have heads and hands； Ay；
all your hearts to recompense this deed。 Knew you not； traitors； I
was limited For four…and…twenty years to breathe on earth？ And； had you
cut my body with your swords； Or hew'd this flesh and bones as small as
sand； Yet in a minute had my spirit return'd； And I had breath'd a man；
made free from harm。 But wherefore do I dally my revenge？ Asteroth；
Belimoth； Mephistophilis？
Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS； and other Devils。
Go； horse these traitors on your fiery backs； And mount aloft with
them as high as heaven： Thence pitch them headlong to the lowest hell。
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Yet； stay： the world shall see their misery； And hell shall after plague their
treachery。 Go； Belimoth； and take this caitiff hence； And hurl him in some
lake of mud and dirt。 Take thou this other； drag him through the
woods Amongst the pricking thorns and sharpest briers； Whilst；
with my gentle Mephistophilis； This traitor flies unto some steepy rock；
That； rolling down； may break the villain's bones； As he intended to
dismember me。 Fly hence； despatch my charge immediately。
FREDERICK。 Pity us； gentle Faustus！ save our lives！
FAUSTUS。 Away！
FREDERICK。 He must needs go that the devil drives。 ＇Exeunt
MEPHISTOPHILIS and DEVILS with BENVOLIO； MARTINO； and
FREDERICK。＇
Enter the ambushed SOLDIERS。
FIRST SOLDIER。 Come； sirs； prepare yourselves in readiness； Make
haste to help these noble gentlemen： I heard them parley with the conjurer。
SECOND SOLDIER。 See； where he comes！ despatch and kill the
slave。
FAUSTUS。 What's here？ an ambush to betray my life！ Then； Faustus；
try thy skill。Base peasants； stand！ For； lo； these trees remove at
my command； And stand as bulwarks 'twixt yourselves and me； To shield
me from your hated treachery！ Yet； to encounter this your weak attempt；
Behold； an army comes incontinent！ ＇FAUSTUS strikes the door；
and enter a DEVIL playing on a drum； after him another； bearing an
ensign； and divers with weapons； MEPHISTOPHILIS with fire…works。
They set upon the SOLDIERS； drive them out； and exeunt。＇
Enter； at several doors； BENVOLIO； FREDERICK； and MARTINO；
their heads and faces bloody； and besmeared with mud and dirt； all having
horns on their heads。
MARTINO。 What； ho； Benvolio！
BENVOLIO。 Here。What； Frederick； ho！
FREDERICK。 O； help me； gentle friend！Where is Martino？
MARTINO。 Dear Frederick； here； Half smother'd in a lake of mud and
dirt； Through which the Furies dragg'd me by the heels。
FREDERICK。 Martino； see； Benvolio's horns again！
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MARTINO。 O； misery！How now； Benvolio！
BENVOLIO。 Defend me； heaven！ shall I be haunted still？
MARTINO。 Nay； fear not； man； we have no power to kill。
BENVOLIO。 My friends transformed thus！ O； hellish spite！ Your
heads are all set with horns。
FREDERICK。 You hit it right； It is your own you mean； feel on your
head。
BENVOLIO。 Zounds； horns again！
MARTINO。 Nay； chafe not； man； we all are sped。
BENVOLIO。 What devil attends this damn'd magician； That； spite of
spite； our wrongs are doubled？
FREDERICK。 What may we do； that we may hide our shames？
BENVOLIO。 If we sh
