[Snatches the cup.] FAUSTUS. Bell, book, and candle,--candle, book, and bell,-- FAUSTUS. I pledge your grace. crept out of Purgatory, and now is come unto your Holiness for his [Exit an ATTENDANT.--The POPE crosses himself.] To lay the fury of this same troublesome ghost. Troublesome banquet. [Strikes the POPE.] I drink unto your grace. And find the man that doth this villany, MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, what will you do now? for I can tell you Go, then, command our priests to sing a dirge, Damn'd be his [135] soul for ever for this deed! FAUSTUS. How now! must every bit be spic'd with a cross?-- I pray, my lords, have patience at this pardon. POPE. O, I am slain!--Help me, my lords! Nay, then, take that. POPE. Lord Raymond, POPE. It may be so.-- you'll be cursed with bell, book, and candle. ARCHBISHOP. Please it [134] your Holiness, I think it be some ghost O, come and help to bear my body hence!-- POPE. My wine gone too!--Ye lubbers, look about, FAUSTUS. Ay, pray, do, for Faustus is a-dry. Or, by our sanctitude, you all shall die!-- [Exeunt all except FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.]