Enter BENVOLIO above, at a window, in his nightcap, buttoning. The wonder of the world for magic art; The royal shapes and perfect [147] semblances Will not his grace consort the Emperor? BENVOLIO. What a devil ail you two? And he intends to shew great Carolus FREDERICK. Where is Benvolio? MARTINO. What, ho! Benvolio! He took his rouse [148] with stoops of Rhenish wine That all this day the sluggard keeps his bed. And bring in presence of his majesty Hie to the presence to attend the Emperor.-- That on a Fury's back came post from Rome? So kindly yesternight to Bruno's health, FREDERICK. But where is Bruno, our elected Pope, FREDERICK. See, see, his window's ope! we'll call to him. His majesty is coming to the hall; The learned Faustus, fame of Wittenberg, Of Alexander and his beauteous paramour. Go back, and see the state [146] in readiness. MARTINO. What, ho, officers, gentlemen! MARTINO. Fast asleep, I warrant you; Good Frederick, see the rooms be voided straight: MARTINO. O, yes; and with him comes the German conjurer, The race of all his stout progenitors, MARTINO. Speak softly, sir, lest the devil hear you; For Faustus at the court is late arriv'd,