Emp. Prithee remove his Horns, he has done Penance enough.
Faust. Away; and remember hereafter you speak well of Scholars.
Ben. If Scholars be such Cuckolds to put Horns upon honest Mens Heads, I'll ne'er trust Smooth-face and Small-band more: But if I been't reveng'd, may I be turn'd to a Gaping Oyster, and drink nothing but Salt-water.
Emp. Come, Faustus, in recompence of this high Desert, Thou shalt command the State of Germany, and live belov'd of mighty Carolus. [Exeunt omnes.
SCENE a Garden.
Lord. Nay, sweet Benoolio, let us sway thy Thoughts from this Attempt against the Conjurer.
Ben. My Head is lighter than it was by the Horns:
And yet my Heart's more pond'rous than my Head,
And pants, until I see the Conjurer dead.
2 Lord. Consider.
Ben. Away; disswade me not, he comes. [Draws.
Enter Faustus with a false Head.