of Doctor Faustus
Faust.
I'le have that too.
Pope.
What Lollards doe attend our Holinesse
That we receive such great indignity? fetch me some wine.
Faust.
I pray doe, for Faustus is a drye.
Pope.
Lord Raymond I drinke unto your Grace.
Faust.
I pledge your Grace.
Pope.
My wine gone too? ye Lubbers looke about
And finde the man that doth this villainy,
Or by our sanctitude ye all shall dye.
I pray my Lords have patience
At this troublesome Banquet.
Bish.
Please your Holinesse, I thinke it be some Ghost crept out of Purgatory, and now is come unto your Holinesse 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 Crosse
Nay then take that.
Pope.
O, I am slain, helpe me my Lords:
O come and helpe to beare my body hence:
Damn'd be his soule for ever for this deed.
Meph.
Now Faustus what will you do now? for I can tell you
You'le be curst with Bell, Booke, and Candle.
Faust.
Bell, Booke, and Candle: Candle, Booke, and Bell:
Forward and backward to curse Faustus to Hell.
Enter the Friars with Bell, Booke, and Candle,
for the Dirge.
1 Frier.
Come brethren, let's about our businesse with good devotion.
Cursed be he that stole his Holinesse meat from the Table.
Maledicat Dominus.
Cursed be he that strooke his Holinesse a blow on the face.
Maledicat Dominus.
