Now Sword strike home:
For Horns he gave, I'll have his Head anon.
Runs Faustus through, he falls.
Faust. Oh, oh.
Ben. Groan you, Mr. Doctor, now for his Head.
[Cuts his Head off.
Lord. Struck with a willing Hand.
Ben. First, on this Scull, in quittance of my Wrongs, I'll nail huge forked Horns within the Window where he yoak'd me first, that all the World may see my just Revenge; and thus having settled his Head——
Faust. What shall the Body do, Gentlemen.
Ben. The Devil's alive again?
Lord. Give the Devil his Head again.