Doctor! [He pulls off FAUSTUS' leg]. Alas, I am undone! what Enter WAGNER. FAUSTUS. O, help, help! the villain hath murdered me. How now, Wagner! what news with thee? DICK. No, Robin: why is't? FAUSTUS. The Duke of Vanholt's an honourable gentleman, and one entreat your company, and hath sent some of his men to attend CARTER. Come, my masters, I'll bring you to the best beer in to whom I must be no niggard of my cunning. Come, away! Enter HOSTESS. HOSTESS. How now! what lack you? What, my old guess! [201] welcome. [Exeunt. Europe.--What, ho, hostess! where be these whores? I'll outrun him, and cast this leg into some ditch or other. his leg again, and the Horse-courser a bundle of hay for his Enter ROBIN, DICK, the HORSE-COURSER, and a CARTER. money again, for your horse is turned to a bottle of hay, Master FAUSTUS. Stop him, stop him, stop him!--Ha, ha, ha! Faustus hath ROBIN. Sirrah Dick, dost thou [202] know why I stand so mute? [Aside, and then runs out.] ROBIN. I am eighteen-pence on the score. but say nothing; see shall I do? I have pulled off his leg. if she have forgotten me. WAGNER. If it please you, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly you, [200] with provision fit for your journey. HORSE-COURSER. Murder or not murder, now he has [199] but one leg, forty dollars.