ROBIN. What book! why, the most intolerable book for conjuring ROBIN. No more, sweet Ralph: let's go and make clean our boots, ROBIN. Hush! I'll gull him supernaturally. Enter ROBIN and RALPH[126] with a silver goblet. ROBIN. Come, Ralph: did not I tell thee, we were for ever made that e'er was invented by any brimstone devil. make thee drunk with ippocras[124] at any tabern[125] in Europe for nothing; that's one of my conjuring works. use? On that condition I'll feed thy devil with horse-bread as RALPH. Why, Robin, what book is that? use, as often as thou wilt, and at midnight. purchase[127] for horse-keepers: our horses shall eat no hay as RALPH. But, Robin, here comes the Vintner. [Exeunt.] long as he lives, of free cost. Drawer,[128] I hope all is paid; God be with you!--Come, Ralph. ROBIN. I can do all these things easily with it; first, I can Enter VINTNER. RALPH. Canst thou conjure with it? which lie foul upon our hands, and then to our conjuring in the RALPH. O, brave, Robin! shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own RALPH. Our Master Parson says that's nothing. ROBIN. True, Ralph: and more, Ralph, if thou hast any mind to devil's name. long as this lasts. Nan Spit, our kitchen-maid, then turn her and wind her to thy own by this Doctor Faustus' book? ecce, signum! here's a simple