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The statutes decretal have thus decreed :
Pope. It is enough: here, take him to your charge,
Meph. So, so; was never devil thus bless'd before.
Faust. Away, sweet Mephostophilis, begone; The cardinals will be plagu'd for this anon.
[Ereunt Faustus and Mephostophilis. Pope. Go presently and bring a banquet forth, That we may solemnize St. Peter's feast, And with Lord Raymond, king of Hungary, Drink to our late and happy victory. [Ereunt.
A senet while the banquet is brought in; and then
enter Faustus and Mephostophilis, in their own shapes. Meph. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for
mirth; The sleepy cardinals are hard at hand, To censure Bruno, that is posted hence,
And on a proud pac'd steed, as swift as thought,
presently, Whilst on thy head I lay my hand, And charm thee with this magic wand : First, wear this girdle, then appear Invisible to all are here; The planets seven, the gloomy air, Hell, and the furies' forked hair; Pluto's blue fire, and Hecat's tree, With magic spells so compass thee, That no eye may thy body see. So, Faustus, now for all their holiness, Do what thou wilt, thou shalt not be discern’d. Faust. Thanks, Mephostophilis ; now, friars, take
heed, Lest Faustus make your shaven crowns to bleed.
Meph. Faustus, no more: see where the cardinals
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
Both Card. By holy Paul we saw them not!
Pope. By Peter you shall die,
Curs'd be your souls to hellish misery!
feast; The pope
had never such a frolic guest.
holiness. Faust. Fall to, the devil choke you, an you spare.
Pope. Who's that spoke? Friars look about.
Faust. I thank you, sir.
Faust. I'll have that too.
Pope. What Lollards do attend our holiness,
Pope. My wine gone too! Ye lubbers look about
banquet. Bish. Please it, your holiness; I think it be some
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, To lay the fury of this same troublesome ghost. Faust. How now! must every bit be spiced with
a cross? Nay, then, take that.
Pope. 0 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