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FAUSTUS。 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。
ARCHBISHOP。 I thank your Holiness。
FAUSTUS。 Fall to； the devil choke you； an you spare！
POPE。 Who is that spoke？Friars； look about。
Lord Raymond； pray； fall to。 I am beholding
To the Bishop of Milan for this so rare a present。
FAUSTUS。 I thank you； sir。
＇Snatches the dish。＇
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。
FAUSTUS。 I'll have that too。
＇Snatches the dish。＇
POPE。 What Lollards do attend our holiness；
That we receive such great indignity？
Fetch me some wine。
FAUSTUS。 Ay； pray； do； for Faustus is a…dry。
POPE。 Lord Raymond；
I drink unto your grace。
FAUSTUS。 I pledge your grace。
＇Snatches the cup。＇
POPE。 My wine gone too！Ye lubbers； look about；
And find the man that doth this villany；
Or； by our sanctitude； you all shall die！
I pray； my lords； have patience at this
Troublesome banquet。
ARCHBISHOP。 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。
＇Exit an ATTENDANT。The POPE crosses himself。＇
FAUSTUS。 How now！ must every bit be spic'd with a cross？
Nay； then； take that。
＇Strikes the POPE。＇
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 all except FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS。＇
MEPHIST。 Now； Faustus； what will you do now？ for I can tell you
you'll be cursed with bell； book； and candle。
FAUSTUS。 Bell； book； and candle；candle； book； and bell；
Forward and backward； to curse Faustus to hell！
Re…enter the FRIARS； with bell； book； and candle； for the
Dirge。
FIRST FRIAR。 Come； brethren； lets about our business with good
devotion。
＇They sing。＇
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！ maledicat
Dominus！
＇MEPHISTOPHILIS and FAUSTUS beat the FRIARS； and fling
fire…works among them； and exeunt。＇
Enter ROBIN 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。
ROBIN。 'Tis no matter； let him come： an he follow us； I'll so
conjure him as he was never conjured in his life； I warrant him。
Let me see the cup。
DICK。 Here 'tis。
＇Gives the cup to ROBIN。＇
Yonder he comes： now； Robin； now or never shew thy cunning。
Enter VINTNER。
VINTNER。 O； 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？
ROBIN。 How； how！ we steal a cup！ take heed what you say： we look
not like cup…stealers； I can tell you。
VINTNER。 Never deny't； for I know you have it； and I'll search you。
ROBIN。 Search me！ ay； and spare not。
Hold the cup； Dick ＇Aside to DICK； giving him the cup＇。
Come； come； search me； search me。
＇VINTNER searches him。＇
VINTNER。 Come on； sirrah； let me search you now。
DICK。 Ay； ay； do； do。
Hold the cup； Robin ＇Aside to ROBIN； giving him the cup＇。
I fear not your searching： we scorn to steal your cups；
I can tell you。
＇VINTNER searches him。＇
VINTNER。 Never out…face me for the matter； for； sure； the cup
is between you two。
ROBIN。 Nay； there you lie； 'tis beyond us both。
VINTNER。 A plague take you！ I thought 'twas your knavery to take
it away： come； give it me again。
ROBIN。 Ay； 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。＇Reads from
a book＇ O per se； O； Demogorgon； Belcher； and Mephistophilis！
Enter MEPHISTOPHILIS。
MEPHIST。 You princely legions of infernal rule；
How am I vexed by these villains' charms！
》From Constantinople have they brought me now；
Only for pleasure of these damned slaves。
＇Exit VINTNER。＇
ROBIN。 By 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。 Ay； I pray you heartily； sir； for we called you but in jest；
I promise you。
MEPHIST。 To purge the rashness of this cursed deed；
First； be thou turned to this ugly shape；
For apish deeds transformed to an ape。
ROBIN。 O； brave！ an ape！ I pray； sir； let me have the carrying
of him about； to shew some tricks。
MEPHIST。 And so thou shalt： be thou transformed to a dog； and
carry him upon thy back。 Away！ be gone！
ROBIN。 A dog！ that's excellent： let the maids look well to their
porridge…pots； for I'll into the kitchen presently。Come； Dick；
come。
＇Exeunt ROBIN and DICK。＇
MEPHIST。 Now with the flames of ever…burning fire
I'll wing myself； and forthwith fly amain
Unto my Faustus； to the Great Turk's court。
＇Exit。＇
Enter MARTINO and FREDERICK at several doors。
MARTINO。 What； ho； officers； gentlemen！
Hie to the presence to attend the Emperor。
Good Frederick； see the rooms be voided straight：
His majesty is coming to the hall；
Go back； and see the state in readiness。
FREDERICK。 But where is Bruno； our elected Pope；
That on a Fury's back came post from Rome？
Will not his grace consort the Emperor？
MARTINO。 O； yes； and with him comes the German conjurer；
The learned Faustus； fame of Wittenberg；
The wonder of the world for magic art；
And he intends to shew great Carolus
The race of all his stout progenitors；
And bring in presence of his majesty
The royal shapes and perfect semblances
Of Alexander and his beauteous paramour。
FREDERICK。 Where is Benvolio？
MARTINO。 Fast asleep； I warrant you；
He took his rouse with stoops of Rhenish wine
So kindly yesternight to Bruno's health；
That all this day the sluggard keeps his bed。
FREDERICK。 See； see； his window's ope！ we'll call to him。
MARTINO。 What； ho！ Benvolio！
Enter BENVOLIO above； at a window； in his nightcap； buttoning。
BENVOLIO。 What a devil ail you two？
MARTINO。 Speak softly； sir； lest the devil hear you；
For Faustus at the court is late arriv'd；
And at his heels a thousand Furies wait；
To accomplish whatsoe'er the doctor please。
BENVOLIO。 What of this？
MARTINO。 Come； leave thy chamber first； and thou shalt see
This conjurer perform such rare exploits；
Before the Pope and royal Emperor；
As never yet was seen in Germany。
BENVOLIO。 Has not the Pope enough of conjuring yet？
He was upon the devil's back late enough：
An if he be so far in love with him；
I would he would post with him to Rome again！
FREDERICK。 Speak； wilt thou come and see this sport？
BENVOLIO。 Not I。
MARTINO。 Wilt thou stand in thy window； and see it； then？
BENVOLIO。 Ay； an I fall not asleep i' the mean time。
MARTINO。 The Emperor is at hand； who comes to see
What wonders by black spells may compass'd be。
BENVOLIO。 Well； go you attend the Emperor。 I am content； for
this once； to thrust my head out at a window； for they
say； if a man be drunk over night； the devil cannot hurt him
in the morning： if that be true； I have a charm in my head；
shall control him as well as the conjurer； I warrant you。
＇Exeunt FREDERICK and MARTINO。＇
A Sennet。 Enter CHARLES the German Emperor； BRUNO；
DUKE OF SAXONY； FAUSTUS； MEPHISTOPHILIS； FREDERICK；
MARTINO； and Attendants。
EMPEROR。 Wonder of men； renowm'd magician；
Thrice…learned Faustus； welcome to our court。
This deed of thine； in setting Bruno free
》From his and our professed enemy；
Shall add more excellence unto thine art
Than if by powerful necromantic spells
Thou couldst command the world's obedience：
For ever be belov'd of Carolus！
And if this Bruno； thou hast late redeem'd；
In peace possess the triple diadem；
And sit in Peter's chair； despite of chance；
Thou shalt be famous through all Italy；
And honour'd of the German Emperor。
FAUSTUS。 These gracious words； most royal Carolus；
Shall make poor Faustus； to his utmost power；