The Tragicall History
Pope.
To me and Peter, shalt thou groveling lie,
And crouch before the Papall dignitie:
Sound Trumpets then, for thus Saint Peters heyre,
From Bruno's backe ascends Saint Peters Chaire.
A Flourish while he ascends.
Thus, as the gods creepe on with feet of wooll,
Long ere with iron hands they punish men,
So shall our sleeping vengeance now arise.
Lord Cardinals of France and Padua,
Go forth-with to our holy Consistory,
And reade amongst the statutes decretall,
What by the holy Councell held at Trent,
The sacred Synod hath decreed for him,
That doth assume the Papall government,
Without election, and a true consent:
Away, and bring us word with speed.
1 Card.
We go my Lord. Exeunt Card.
Pope.
Lord Raymond.
Faust.
Go, hast thee gentle Mephostophilis,
Follow the Cardinalls to the Consistorie;
And as they turne their superstitious bookes,
strike them with sloth and drowsy idlenesse:
And make them sleepe so sound, that in their shapes,
Thy selfe and I may parley with the Pope,
This proud confronter of the Emperour:
And in despite of all his Holinesse
Restore this Bruno to his liberty,
And beare him to the States of Germanie.
Meph.
Faustus, I goe.
Faust.
Dispatch it soone,
The Pope shall curse that Faustus came to Rome.
Exit Faustus and Meph.
Bruno.
Pope Adrian, let me have some right of Law,
I was elected by the Emperor.
Pope.
We will depose the Emperor for that Deed,
And curse the people that submit to him;
Both he and thou shalt stand excommunicate,
