ARCHBISHOP.<130> I thank your Holiness.

FAUSTUS. Fall to; the devil choke you,<131> an you spare!

POPE. Who is that spoke?--Friars, look about.--
Lord Raymond, pray, fall to. I am beholding<132>
To the Bishop of Milan for this so rare a present.

FAUSTUS. I thank you, sir.
[Snatches the dish.]

POPE. How now! who snatch'd the meat from me?
Villains, why speak you not?--
My good Lord Archbishop, here's a most dainty dish
Was sent me from a cardinal in France.

FAUSTUS. I'll have that too.
[Snatches the dish.]

POPE. What Lollards do attend our holiness,
That we receive such<133> great indignity?
Fetch me some wine.

FAUSTUS. Ay, pray, do, for Faustus is a-dry.

POPE. Lord Raymond,
I drink unto your grace.

FAUSTUS. I pledge your grace.