of Doctor Faustus
Faust.
I doe thinke my selfe my good Lord, highly recompenced, in that it hath pleased your Grace to think but well of that which Faustus hath performed. But gracious Lady, it may bee, that you have taken no pleasure in those sights: therefore I pray you tell me what is the thing you most desire to have, be it in the world, it shall be yours: I have heard that great-bellied women doe long for things are rare and
dainty.
Lady.
True Master Doctor, and since I find you so kind, I will make knowne unto you what my heart desires to have, and were it now Summer, as it is January, a dead time of the Winter, I would request no better meat than a dish of ripe grapes.
Faust.
This is but a small matter: go, Mephostophilis, away.
Exit Mepho.
Enter Mephostophilis againe with the grapes.
For they come from a farre Country, I can tell you.
Duke.
This makes me wonder more than all the rest, that at this time of the yeare when every tree is barren of his fruit, from whence you had these ripe grapes.
Faust.
Please it your Grace, the yeare is divided into two circles over the whole world, so that when it is Winter with us, in the contrary circle it is likewise Summer with them, as in India, Saba, and such Countries that lye farre East, where they have fruit twice a yeare. From whence by meanes of a swift Spirit that I have, I had these grapes brought as you see.
Lady.
And trust me they are the sweetest grapes that ere I tasted.
The Clowne bounceth at the gate within.
Duke.
What rude disturbers have we at the Gate?
