mongst the rest he was desirous to see the pope's court, and his
manner of service at his table, wherefore he and his spirit made
themselves invisible, and came to the pope's court and privy-chamber,
where he was; there saw he many servants attending on his holiness, with
many a flattering sycophant carrying his meat; and there he marked
the pope, and the manner of his service, which he seeing to be so
unmeasurable and sumptuous: "Fie," quoth Faustus, "why had not the devil
made a pope of me?" Faustus saw there notwithstanding such as were like
to himself, proud, stout, wilful gluttons, drunkards, whoremongers,
breakers of wedlock, and followers of all manner of ungodly excess;
wherefore he said to his spirit, "I thought that I had been alone a hog
or pork of the devil's, but he must bear with me a little longer; for
these hogs of Rome are ready fatted, and fitted to make him roast meat;
the devil might do well to spit them all, and have them to the fire, and
let him summon the nuns to turn the spits; for as none must confess the
nun but the friar, so none should turn the roasting friar but the nun."
Thus continued Faustus three days in the pope's palace, and yet had no
lust to his meat, but stood still in the pope's chamber, and saw
everything whatsoever it was.

On a time the pope would have a feast prepared for the Cardinal of
Pavia, and for his first welcome the cardinal was bidden to dinner, and
as he sate at meat the pope would ever be blessing and crossing over his
mouth. Faustus would suffer it no longer, but up with his fist and smote
the pope on his face, and withal he laughed that the whole house might
hear him, yet none of them saw him, or knew where he was. The pope
persuaded his company that it was a damned soul, commanding mass
presently to be said for his delivery out of purgatory, which was done;
the pope sat still at meat, but when the latter mess came to the pope's
board, Dr. Faustus laid hands thereon, saying, "This is mine," and so he
took both dish and meat, and flew into the Capitol or Campadolia,
calling his spirit unto him, and said, "Come, let us be merry, for thou
must fetch me some wine, and the cup that the pope drinks out of; and
hereupon morte caval, we will make good cheer in spite of the pope and
all his fat abbey lubbers."

His spirit hearing this, departed towards the pope's chamber, where he
found them yet sitting, quaking; wherefore he took from before the pope
the fairest piece of