Enter the POPE and LORDS; then the CARDINALS with a book. POPE. Welcome, lord cardinals; come, sit down; Lord Raymond, take your seat; friars, attend And see that all things be in readiness, As best beseems this solemn festival. 1 CARD. First, may it please your sacred holiness, To view the sentence of the reverend synod, Concerning Bruno and the emperor. Pore. What needs this question? Did I not tell you, To-morrow we would sit i'the consistory, And there determine of his punishment? You brought us word even now, it was decreed, Were by the holy council both condemn'd. For lothed Lollards, and base schismatics: Then wherefore would you have me view that book? 1 CARD. Your grace mistakes, you gave us no such charge. RAY. Deny it not: we all are witnesses Both CARD. By holy Paul we saw them not! Unless you bring them forth immediately! Hale them to prison, lade their limbs with gyves: Curs'd be your souls to hellish misery! FAUST. So, they are safe; now, Faustus, to the feast; The pope had never such a frolic guest. POPE. Lord Archbishop of Rheims, sit down with us. BISII. I thank your holiness. FAUST. Fall to, the devil choke you, an you spare. POPE. Who's that spoke? Friars look about. Lord Raymond pray fall to: I am beholden To the bishop of Millaine for this so rare a present. FAUST. I thank you, sir. POPE. How now! Who snatch'd the meat from me? Villains! why speak you not? My good lord archbishop, here's a most dainty dish, Was sent me from a cardinal in France. FAUST. I'll have that too. POPE. What Lollards do attend our holiness, That we receive such great indignity? fetch me some wine. FAUST. Aye, pray do, for Faustus is a-dry. POPE. Lord Raymond, I drink unto your grace. POPE. My wine gone too! Ye lubbers look about And find the man that doth this villainy, Or by our sanctitude you all shall die. I pray, my lords, have patience at this troublesome banquet. BISI. Please it, your holiness; I think it be some VOL. II. 11 ghost crept out of purgatory, and now is come unto your holiness for his pardon. POPE. It may be so, Go then, command our priests to sing a dirge, Nay, then, take that. POPE. O I am slain! help me, my lords! O come and help to bear my body hence! Damn'd be his soul for ever for this deed! [Exeunt Pope and his train. MEPH. Now, Faustus, what will you do now? For I can tell you You'll be curs'd with bell, book, and candle. FAUST. Bell, book, and candle; candle, book, and bell, Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell. Enter the FRIARS with bell, book, and candle, for the dirge. 1 FRIAR. Come, brethren, let's about our business with good devotion. Cursed be he that stole his holiness' meat from the table. Maledicat Dominus. Cursed be he that struck his holiness a blow on the face. Maledicat Dominus. Cursed be he that struck friar Sandelo a blow on the pate. Maledicat Dominus. Cursed be he that disturbeth our holy dirge. Maledicat Dominus. Cursed be he that took away his holiness' wine. [They beat the Friars, fling fire-works among them, and exeunt. SCENE III. Enter the CLOWN and DICK, with a cup. DICK. Sirrah! Robin! we were best look that your devil can answer the stealing of this same cup, for the vintner's boy follows us at the hard heels. ROB. 'Tis no matter, let him come: and he follow us, I'll so conjure him, as he was never conjured in his life, I warrant him: let me see the cup. Enter VINTNER. DICK. Here 'tis : yonder he comes. Now, Robin, now or never show thy cunning. VINT. Oh, are you here? I am glad I have found you; you are a couple of fine companions pray where's the cup you stole from the tavern? ROB. How, how! we steal a cup! take heed what you say; we look not like cup-stealers, I can tell you. VINT. Never deny 't, for I know you have it, and I'll search you. ROB. Search me? Aye, and spare not-Hold the cup, Dick-Come, come, search me, search me. VINT. Come on, sirrah, let me search you now. DICK. Aye, aye, do, do-Hold the cup, RobinI fear not your searching; we scorn to steal your cups, I can tell you. VINT. Never out-face me for the matter; for sure is between you two. the cup ROB. Nay, there you lie, 'tis beyond us both. VINT. A plague take you, I thought 'twas your knavery to take it away: come, give it me again. ROB. Ah, much! when, can you tell? Dick, make me a circle, and stand close at my back, and stir not for thy life. Vintner, you shall have your cup anon; say nothing, Dick: O per se 0, demigorgon; Belcher and Mephostophilis! Enter MEPUOSTOPHILIS. MEPH. You princely legions of infernal rule, ROB. By'r lady, sir, you have had a shrewd journey of it! will it please you to take a shoulder of mutton to supper, and a tester in your purse, and go back again? DICK. Aye, I pray you heartily, sir; for we called you but in jest, I promise you. MEPH. To purge the rashness of this cursed deed, First, be thou turned to this ugly shape; For apish deeds transformed to an ape. ROB. O brave! an ape! I pray, sir, let me have the carrying of him about to show some tricks. MEPH. And so thou shalt: be thou transform'd to a |