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Of Styx, of Acheron, and the fiery lake
Of ever-burning Phlegethon, I swear;
That I do long to see the monuments,
And situation of bright splendent Rome;
Come, therefore, let's away.
Meph. Nay, stay, my Faustus; I know you'd see

the Pope,
And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
The which with high solemnity,
This day is held through Rome and Italy,
In honour of the Pope's triumphant victory.

FAUST. Sweet Mephostophilis thon pleasest me;
Whilst I am here on earth let nie be cloy'd
With all things that delight the heart of man:
My four-and-twenty years of liberty,
I'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance,
That Faustus' name, whilst this bright frame doth

stand, May be admired through the furthest land.

Meph. 'Tis well said, Faustus; come then, stand

by me,

And thou shalt see them come immediately.

Faust. Nay, stay, my gentle Mephostophilis,
And grant me my request, and then I go.
Thou know'st within the compass of eight days,
We view'd the face of heaven, of earth, and hell:
So high our dragons soar'd into the air,
That, looking down, the earth appear'd to me
No bigger than my hand in quantity:
There did we view the kingdoms of the world,

And what might please mine eye, I there beheld.
Then in this show let me an actor be,
That this proud Pope may Faustus' coming see.

Meph. Let it be so, my Faustus; but first stay,
And view their triumphs as they pass this way;
And then devise what best contents thy mind,
By cunning in thine art to cross the Pope,
Or dash the pride of this solemnity;
To make his monks and abbots stand like apes,
And point like antiques at his triple crown:
To beat the beads about the friars' pates ;
Or clap huge horns upon the cardinals' heads;
Or any villainy thou canst devise,
And I'll perform it, Faustus: hark! they come :
This day shall make thee be admired in Rome.
Enter the CARDINALS and Bishops, some bearing

crosiers, some pillars; Monks and FRIARS sing-
ing their procession : then the Pope and Rar-
MOND, king of Hungary, with Bruno led in
Pope. Cast down our footstool.

Ray. Saxon Bruno stoop,
Whilst on thy back his holiness ascends
Saint Peter's chair and state pontifical.

Bru. Proud Lucifer, that state belongs to me;
But thus I fall to Peter, not to thee.

Pope. To me and Peter shalt thou groreling lie, And crouch before the papal dignity: Sound trumpets then, for thus Saint Peter's heir,

From Bruno's back ascends Saint Peter's chair.

[A flourish while he ascends. Thus, as the gods creep on with feet of wool, Long ere with iron hands they punish men; So shall our sleeping vengeance now arise, And smite with death thy hated enterprise. Lords cardinals of France, and Padua, Go forth with to our holy consistory, And read among the statutes decretal, What by the holy council held at Trent The sacred synod hath decreed for him, That doth assume the papal goveroment, Without election, and a true consent: Away, and bring us word with speed.

1 CARD. We go, my lord. (Exeunt Cardinals. Pope. Lord Raymond.

Faust. Go, haste thee, gentle Mephostophilis, Follow the cardinals to the consistory; And as they turn their superstitious books, Strike them with sloth and drowsy idleness; And make thein sleep so sound, that in their shapes Thyself and I may parley with this Pope, This proud confronter of the emperor, And, in despite of all his holiness, Restore this Bruno to his liberty, And bear him to the states of Germany.

Meph. Faustus, I go.

Faust. Dispatch it soon, The Pope shall curse, that Faustus came to Rome.

[Exeunt Faust, and Meph.

Bru. Pope Adrian, let me have right of law. I was elected by the emperor.

Pope. We will depose the emp'ror for that deed, And curse the people that submit to him: Both he and thou shall stand excommunicate, And interdict from church's privilege, And all society of holy men: He grows too proud in his authority, Lifting his lofty head above the clouds, And like a steeple overpeers the church : But we'll pull down his haughty insolence; And as Pope Alexander, our progenitor, Trod on the neck of German Frederick, Adding this golden sentence to our praise; That Peter's heirs should tread on emperors, And walk upon the dreadful adder's back, Treading the lion and the dragon down, And fearless spurn the killing basilisk; So will we quell that haughty schismatic, And by authority apostolical, Depose him from his regal government.

Bru. Pope Julius swore to princely Sigismond, For him, and the succeeding popes of Rome, To hold the emperor their lawful lords.

Pope. Pope Julius did abuse the church's rites, And therefore none of his decrees can stand. Is not all power on earth bestow'd on us? And therefore tho' we would we cannot err. Behold this silver belt, whereto is fix'd Seven golden seals, fast seald with seven seals,

In token of our seven-fold power from heaven,
To bind or loose, lock fast, condemn or judge,
Resign or seal, or what so pleaseth us :
Then he and thou, and all the world, shall stoop, ,
Or be assured of our dreadful curse,
To light as heavy as the pains of hell.
Enter Faustus and MephOSTOPHILis, like the

Meph. Now tell me, Faustus, are we not fitted

Faust. Yes, Mephosto, and two such cardinals
Ne'er serv'd a holy Pope, as we shall do.
But whilst they sleep within the consistory,
Let us salute his reverend fatherhood.

Ray. Behold, my lord, the cardinals are return’d.

Pope. Welcome, grave fathers; answer presently What have our holy council there decreed, Concerning Bruno and the emperor, In quittance of their late conspiracy, Against our state and papal dignity?

Faust. Most sacred patron of the church of Rome, By full consent of all the synod, Of priest and prelates, it is thus decreed: That Bruno, and the German emperor, Be held as Lollards and bold schismatics, And proud disturbers of the church's

peace : And if that Bruno, by his own assent, Without enforcement of the German peers, Did seek to wear the triple diadem,

death to climb St. Peter's chair,

And by your

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