[Exeunt.]
Enter ROBIN and RALPH with a silver goblet.
ROBIN. Come, Ralph: did not I tell thee, we were for ever made
by this Doctor Faustus' book? ecce, signum! here's a simple
purchase for horse-keepers: our horses shall eat no hay as
long as this lasts.
RALPH. But, Robin, here comes the Vintner.
ROBIN. Hush! I'll gull him supernaturally.
Enter VINTNER.
Drawer, I hope all is paid; God be with you!--Come, Ralph.
VINTNER. Soft, sir; a word with you. I must yet have a goblet paid
from you, ere you go.
ROBIN. I a goblet, Ralph, I a goblet!--I scorn you; and you are
but a, &c. I a goblet! search me.
VINTNER. I mean so, sir, with your favour.
[Searches ROBIN.]
ROBIN. How say you now?
VINTNER. I must say somewhat to your fellow.--You, sir!
RALPH. Me, sir! me, sir! search your fill. [VINTNER searches him.]
Now, sir, you may be ashamed to burden honest men with a matter
of truth.
VINTNER. Well, tone of you hath this goblet about you.
ROBIN. You lie, drawer, 'tis afore me [Aside].--Sirrah you, I'll
teach you to impeach honest men;--stand by;--I'll scour you for
a goblet;--stand aside you had best, I charge you in the name of
Belzebub.--Look to the goblet, Ralph [Aside to RALPH].
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