07 Dec




















POPE. By Peter, you shall die, And put into the church's treasury. ARCHBISHOP. [130] I thank your Holiness. My good Lord Archbishop, here's a most dainty dish False prelates, for this hateful treachery To the Bishop of Milan for this so rare a present. Unless you bring them forth immediately!-- FAUSTUS. Fall to; the devil choke you, [131] an you spare! POPE. Lord Archbishop of Rheims, sit down with us. [Exeunt ATTENDANTS with the two CARDINALS.] That we receive such [133] great indignity? Curs'd be your souls to hellish misery! FAUSTUS. I thank you, sir. FAUSTUS. So, they are safe. Now, Faustus, to the feast: Was sent me from a cardinal in France. The Pope had never such a frolic guest. Villains, why speak you not?-- Lord Raymond, pray, fall to. I am beholding [132] Hale them to [129] prison, lade their limbs with gyves.-- Fetch me some wine. [Snatches the dish.] POPE. What Lollards do attend our holiness, [Snatches the dish.] BOTH CARDINALS. By holy Paul, we saw them not! POPE. Who is that spoke?--Friars, look about.-- POPE. How now! who snatch'd the meat from me? FAUSTUS. I'll have that too.

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