Col.
O my more dear Confessor!
Cup.
My pure spiritual Father—
Col.
My Mundan Carnal Brother—
Cup.
Now for a Cup of brisk wine.
Col.
One Cup, nay let's have Nine.
Cup.
Oh my dear ghostly Father.
Col.
'Twill make your tongue to stammer.
Cup.
But my Brow smooth and cheerly.
Col.
O my delicious Brother, come let us laugh, and Em∣brace. Hang sorrow!
Cup.
I must now crave your assistance.
Cup.
We must conjure the Divel out of Ignoramus, the English∣man.
Col.
What! is he possessed with a Divel?
Cup.
I a manner, if you will doe it, I will tell you the whole story of it.
Cola.
I will do it most willingly, for although he hath not a Goblin in his belly, I shall raise unto my self a high same thereby, as others have done before me, what will they say? our Famous brother Cola, our holy brother Cola doth drive out divels ha, ha, he.
Tric.
Look, There is a Hood, there is a Coat for thee, How opportunely it comes?
Cup.
No, not as yet; for your Brother Cupes also will drive out Divels, with this hood I will attire my self in the Exercism when I am to be an assistant to you.
Col.
It will do very well: Ha, ha, he, very well, I will put on with it a most dreadful countenance.
Tri.
After the Divel is cast out of him, procure him to be brought to your Monastery where the other Fryers may detayn him also with their Exercisms.
Col.
It shall be done, after that my dear brother we will wash our own Tongues.
Cup.
Not with holy Water, but with blessed Wine.
Col.
Ha, ha, he, we will surely Sup▪ at the sign of the spinning. Cat, O quil y •• de bon vin la, O what Gallant Wine is there! hei, hei, and there we will sell these trinke••s.