Because it is Saint Peter's holiday. FAUSTUS. I'll pledge your grace. of the ear; and they all run away.] [The POPE crosses himself again, and FAUSTUS hits him a box FAUSTUS. What, are you crossing of yourself? MEPHIST. Nay, I know not: we shall be cursed with bell, book, Well, use that trick no more, I would advise you. Re-enter all the FRIARS to sing the Dirge. Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell! FAUSTUS. How! bell, book, and candle,--candle, book, and bell,-- [The POPE crosses himself.] no man look?--My lord, this dish was sent me from the Cardinal Well, there's the second time. Aware the third; of Florence. [Snatches the dish.] Purgatory, come to beg a pardon of your Holiness. C. OF LOR. My lord, it may be some ghost, newly crept out of Come on, Mephistophilis; what shall we do? [The POPE crosses himself again.] of this ghost.--Once again, my lord, fall to. POPE. It may be so.--Friars, prepare a dirge to lay the fury FAUSTUS. You say true; I'll ha't. [Snatches the cup.] and candle. Anon you shall hear a hog grunt, a calf bleat, and an ass bray, POPE. What, again!--My lord, I'll drink to your grace. I give you fair warning.