Was sent me from a cardinal in France. And put into the church's treasury. POPE. What Lollards do attend our holiness, False prelates, for this hateful treachery BOTH CARDINALS. By holy Paul, we saw them not! FAUSTUS. Fall to; the devil choke you, [131] an you spare! Fetch me some wine. [Exeunt ATTENDANTS with the two CARDINALS.] POPE. How now! who snatch'd the meat from me? [Snatches the dish.] ARCHBISHOP. [130] I thank your Holiness. Lord Raymond, pray, fall to. I am beholding [132] FAUSTUS. I'll have that too. My good Lord Archbishop, here's a most dainty dish POPE. Lord Archbishop of Rheims, sit down with us. POPE. By Peter, you shall die, Unless you bring them forth immediately!-- FAUSTUS. So, they are safe. Now, Faustus, to the feast: FAUSTUS. I thank you, sir. The Pope had never such a frolic guest. To the Bishop of Milan for this so rare a present. That we receive such [133] great indignity? [Snatches the dish.] Hale them to [129] prison, lade their limbs with gyves.-- Curs'd be your souls to hellish misery! Villains, why speak you not?-- POPE. Who is that spoke?--Friars, look about.--