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BENVOLIO. My head is lighter, than it was, by the horns; "Benvolio's head was grac'd with horns today?" FREDERICK. Come, soldiers, follow me unto the grove: But Faustus' death shall quit my [177] infamy. And pants until I see that [182] conjurer dead. [Exit FREDERICK with SOLDIERS.] BENVOLIO. Away! you love me not, to urge me thus: Then, soldiers, boldly [180] fight: if Faustus die, And place our servants and our followers Close in an [179] ambush there behind the trees. And in their rustic gambols proudly say, BENVOLIO. Then, gentle Frederick, hie thee to the grove, But yet my heart's [181] more ponderous than my head, Shall I let slip so great an injury, Then draw your weapons and be resolute; Who kills him shall have gold and endless love. And kill that [178] doctor, if he come this way. I saw him kneel, and kiss the Emperor's hand, Take you the wealth, leave us the victory. If you will aid me in this enterprise, O, may these eyelids never close again, If not, depart: here will Benvolio die, Till with my sword I have that [176] conjurer slain! FREDERICK. Nay, we will stay with thee, betide what may, By this, I know the conjurer is near: And take his leave, laden with rich rewards. When every servile groom jests at my wrongs,

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