him not; but, do you hear? in any case, ride him not into the HORSE-COURSER. I warrant you, sir!--O, joyful day! now am I a cozening scab! Master Doctor, awake, and rise, and give me my made man for ever. FAUSTUS. Yes, he will drink of all waters; but ride him not into drink of all waters? Then rest thee, Faustus, quiet in conceit. tell you that you may ride him o'er hedge and ditch, and spare much ado to escape [198] drowning. Well, I'll go rouse him, and what I say. water. HORSE-COURSER. 0, what a cozening doctor was this! I, riding [He sits to sleep.] the water: o'er hedge and ditch, or where thou wilt, but not into Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the Cross; FAUSTUS. What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn'd to die? in the horse, I had nothing under me but a little straw, and had make him give me my forty dollars again.--Ho, sirrah Doctor, you Re-enter the HORSE-COURSER, wet. Confound these passions with a quiet sleep: [Exit.] Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts: my horse into the water, thinking some hidden mystery had been Thy fatal time draws to a final end; the water. Go, bid the hostler deliver him unto you, and remember [HORSE-COURSER gives FAUSTUS the money]. Now, sirrah, I must HORSE-COURSER. How, sir! not into the water! why, will he not