The Pope will curse them for their sloth today.

That slept both Bruno and his crown away.

But now that Faustus may delight his mind,

And by their folly make some merriment,

Sweet Mephistophilis, so charm me here,

That I may walk invisible to all,

And do what e'er I please, unseen of any.

Thanks, Mephistophilis. Now, Friars, take heed,

Lest Faustus make your shaven crowns to bleed.

So, they are safe. Now, Faustus, to the feast,

The Pope had never such a frolic guest.

Fall to, the Devil choke you an you spare.

I thank you sir. Snatches it

I'll have that too.

Ay, pray do, for Faustus is a dry.

I pledge your grace.

How now? Must every bit be spiced with a cross?

Nay, then, take that.

Bell, book, and candle: candle, book, and bell;

Forward and backward to curse Faustus to hell.