[Exit an ATTENDANT.—The POPE crosses himself.]       FAUSTUS. How now! must every bit be spic'd with a cross?—      Nay, then, take that.           [Strikes the POPE.]       POPE. O, I am slain!—Help me, my lords! O, come and help to bear my body hence!—      Damn'd be his 135 soul for ever for this deed!           [Exeunt all except FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS.]       MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, what will you do now? for I can tell you you'll be cursed with bell, book, and candle. FAUSTUS. Bell, book, and candle,—candle, book, and bell,—      Forward and backward, to curse Faustus to hell! Re-enter the FRIARS, with bell, book, and candle, for the Dirge.       FIRST FRIAR. Come, brethren, lets about our business with good devotion.           [They sing.]       CURSED BE HE THAT STOLE HIS HOLINESS' MEAT FROM THE TABLE! maledicat Dominus! CURSED BE HE THAT STRUCK 136 HIS HOLINESS A BLOW ON 137 THE FACE! maledicat Dominus! CURSED BE HE THAT STRUCK FRIAR SANDELO A BLOW ON THE PATE! maledicat Dominus! CURSED BE HE THAT DISTURBETH OUR HOLY DIRGE! maledicat Dominus! CURSED BE HE THAT TOOK AWAY HIS HOLINESS' WINE! maledicat Dominus!            [MEPHISTOPHILIS and FAUSTUS beat the FRIARS, and fling fire-works among them, and exeunt.]            Enter ROBIN and DICK with a cup. DICK. Sirrah Robin, we were best look that your devil can answer the stealing of this same 138 cup, for the Vintner's boy follows us at the hard heels. 139 ROBIN. 'Tis no matter; let him come:  an he follow us, I'll so conjure him as he was never conjured in his life, I warrant him. Let me see the cup. DICK. Here 'tis.           [Gives the cup to ROBIN.]      Yonder he comes:  now, Robin, now or never shew thy cunning. Enter VINTNER. 140 VINTNER. O, are you here? I am glad I have found you. You are a couple of fine companions:  pray, where's the cup you stole from the tavern? ROBIN. How, how! we steal a cup! take heed what you say:  we look not like cup-stealers, I can tell you. VINTNER. Never deny't, for I know you have it; and I'll search you. ROBIN. Search me! ay, and spare not.      —Hold the cup, Dick [Aside to DICK, giving him the cup].—      Come, come, search me, search me.            [VINTNER searches him.]       VINTNER. Come on, sirrah, let me search you now. DICK. Ay, ay, do, do.      —Hold the cup, Robin [Aside to ROBIN, giving him the cup].—      I fear not your searching: we scorn to steal your 141 cups, I can tell you.            [VINTNER searches him.]       VINTNER. Never out-face me for the matter; for, sure, the cup is between you two. ROBIN. Nay, there you lie; 

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