Faust. Nay, keep it; Faustus will have Heads and Hands;
I call your Hearts to recompence this Deed.
Ho; Asteroth, Belincoth, Mephostopholis.
Enter Devils, and Horse 'em upon others.
Go Horse these Traytors on your fiery Backs.
Drag 'em through Dirt and Mud, through Thorns and Briers.
Lord. Pity us, gentle Faustus, save our Lives.
Faust. Away.
Ben. He must needs go whom the Devil drives.
[Spirits fly away. Exit Faustus.
SCENE a Hall.
Enter Harlequin in a Beggar's Habit.
Harl. I find this Scaramouche is a Villain; he has left the Doctor, and is come to be Steward to a rich Widdow, whose Husband dyed Yesterday, and here he is coming to give the Poor their Doles, of which I'll ha' my Share.