Faust. Away, be gon; see, my Gracious Lord, what Beast is that that thrusts his Head out of yon' Window.
Emp. O wondrous Sight! see two Horns on young Benoolio's Head; call him, Lords.
Lord. What, ho! Benoolio.
Ben. A Plague upon you, let me Sleep.
Lord. Look up, Benoolio, 'tis the Emperor calls.
Ben. The Emperor; O my Head.
Faust. And thy Horns hold, 'tis no matter for thy Head.
Ben. Doctor, this is your Villany.
Faust. O say not so, Sir; the Doctor has no Skill, if he bring Alexander or Darius here you'll be Actæon, and turn to a Stag: Therefore, if it please your Majesty, I'll bring a Kennel of Hounds to hunt him. Ho! Helmot, Argiron, Asterot.
Ben. Hold, he'll raise a Kennel of Devils. Good, my Lord, intreat.