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of magic: they say thou hast a familiar spirit, by whom thou canst ROBIN. I'faith, thy head will never be out of the pottage-pot. [Exeunt.] Enter EMPEROR,[131] FAUSTUS, and a KNIGHT, with ATTENDANTS. Upon whose altars thousand souls do lie, be gone? ROBIN. How, from Constantinople! you have had a great journey: ROBIN. Misericordia pro nobis! what shall I do? Good devil, forgive into an ape, and thee into a dog; and so be gone! of thy knowledge in the black art, how that none in my empire [Exit.] me now, and I'll never rob thy library more. nor in the whole world can compare with thee for the rare effects Only for pleasure of these damned slaves. Re-enter MEPHISTOPHILIS. How am I vexed with these villains' charms? MEPHIST. Well, villains, for your presumption, I transform thee ROBIN. How, into an ape! that's brave: I'll have fine sport with Great potentates do kneel with awful fear, the boys; I'll get nuts and apples enow. From Constantinople am I hither come, EMPEROR. Master Doctor Faustus,[132] I have heard strange report thou let me see some proof of thy skill, that mine eyes may be accomplish what thou list. This, therefore, is my request, that RALPH. And I must be a dog. MEPHIST. Monarch of Hell,[130] under whose black survey will you take sixpence in your purse to pay for your supper, and

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