what shall the body do? BENVOLIO. We'll pull [188] out his eyes; and they shall serve for FREDERICK. What shall his [187] eyes do? For four-and-twenty years to breathe on earth? FREDERICK. Give him his head, for God's sake. To the black scandal of his hated name. BENVOLIO. We'll sell it to a chimney-sweeper: it will wear out BENVOLIO. Ay, that's the head, and there [186] the body lies, That all the world may see my just revenge. Knew you not, traitors, I was limited BENVOLIO. Zounds, the devil's alive again! BENVOLIO. First, on his head, in quittance of my wrongs, I'll nail huge forked horns, and let them hang And, had you cut my body with your swords, Ay, all [189] your hearts to recompense this deed. FREDERICK. Come, let's devise how we may add more shame [FAUSTUS rises.] ten birchen brooms, I warrant you. Within the window where he yok'd me first, MARTINO. An excellent policy! and now, sirs, having divided him, FAUSTUS. Nay, keep it: Faustus will have heads and hands, MARTINO. What use shall we put his beard to? Or hew'd this flesh and bones as small as sand, Benvolio's shame before the Emperor? Justly rewarded for his villanies. buttons to his lips, to keep his tongue from catching cold. Yet in a minute had my spirit return'd,