good mind to him. BENVOLIO. What devil attends this damn'd magician, FAUSTUS. Friend, thou canst not buy so good a horse for so small Enter FAUSTUS, a HORSE-COURSER, and MEPHISTOPHILIS. FREDERICK. What may we do, that we may hide our shames? That, spite of spite, our wrongs are doubled? FREDERICK. You hit it right; MARTINO. Nay, chafe not, man; we all are [196] sped. him for ten dollars more, take him, because I see thou hast a Till time shall alter these [197] our brutish shapes: BENVOLIO. Zounds, [195] horns again! MARTINO. What shall we, then, do, dear Benvolio? And thither we'll repair, and live obscure, a price. I have no great need to sell him: but, if thou likest this bargain will set me up again. FAUSTUS. Well, I will not stand with thee: give me the money And make us laughing-stocks to all the world. poor man, and have lost very much of late by horse-flesh, and BENVOLIO. If we should follow him to work revenge, It is your own you mean; feel on your head. BENVOLIO. I have a castle joining near these woods; He'd join long asses' ears to these huge horns, HORSE-COURSER. I beseech you, sir, accept of this: I am a very We'll rather die with grief than live with shame. Sith black disgrace hath thus eclips'd our fame, HORSE-COURSER. I beseech your worship, accept of these forty dollars. [Exeunt.]