Post by Kipuka Theatre Admin on Jul 10, 2012 7:06:36 GMT -10
Enter Pope and all the lords. Enter the Cardinals with a book.
POPE. Welcome, lord cardinals. Come, sit down.
Lord Raymond, take your seat. Friars attend,
And see that all things be in readiness,
As best beseems this solemn festival.
FIRST CARDINAL. First, may it please your sacred Holiness
To view the sentence of the reverend synod
Concerning Bruno and the Emperor?
POPE. What needs this question? Did I not tell you
Tomorrow we would sit i' the consistory
And there determine of his punishment?
You brought us word even now; it was decreed
That Bruno and the cursed Emperor
Were by the holy Council both condemned
For loathed lollards and base schismatics.
Then wherefore would you have me view that book?
FIRST CARDINAL. Your Grace mistakes. You gave us no such charge.
RAYMOND. Deny it not. We all are witnesses
That Bruno here was late delivered you,
With his rich triple crown to be reserved
And put into the Church's treasury.
BOTH CARDINALS. By holy Paul, we saw them not.
POPE. By Peter, you shall die
Unless you bring them forth immediately.
Hale them to prison. Lade their limbs with gyves.
False prelates, for this hateful treachery
Cursed be your souls to hellish misery.
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's 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.
POPE. How now? who snatched 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.
POPE. What lollards do attend our Holiness
That we receive such great indignity?
Fetch me some wine.
FAUSTUS. Ay, pray do, for Faustus is adry.
POPE. Lord Raymond, I drink unto your grace.
FAUSTUS. I pledge your grace.
POPE. My wine gone too? Ye lubbers, look about
And find the man that doth this villainy,
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.
(The pope crosseth himself.)
FAUSTUS. What, are you crossing of yourself?
Well, use that trick no more, I would advise you.
(Crosses himself again.)
Well, there's the second time, aware the third.
I give you fair warning.
POPE. O I am slain. Help me, my lords.
O come and help to bear my body hence.
Damned be this soul forever for this deed.
[Crosses himself again and Faustus hits him a box of the ear and
they all run away.]
they all run away.]
FAUSTUS. Come on, Mephistopheles, what shall we do?
MEPHIST. Nay, I know not. We shall be curst with bell, book, and candle.
FAUSTUS. How?
Bell, book, and candle; candle, book and bell,
Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell.
Anon you shall hear a hog grunt, a calf bleat, and an ass bray,
because it is St. Peter's holy day.