Friend Satan, go you to that door, slip through it softly and rush upon them roaring, driving them through this chamber so that we may see which of them will be bold enough to try to lay you.

Dost understand, Beelzebub ?" Thomas nodded his horns and departed silently as a cat.
"Now open the door and stand on one side," said the King.
Cromwell obeyed, nor had they long to wait.

Presently from the hall beyond there rose a most fearful clamour.

Then through the door shot the bishop panting, after him came lords, chaplains, and secretaries, and last of all the priest, who, being very fat and hampered by his gown, could not run so fast, although at his back Satan leapt and bellowed.
No heed did they take of the King's Majesty or of aught else, whose only thought was flight as they tore down the chamber to the farther door.
"Oh, noble, noble!" hallooed the King, who was shaking with laughter.
"Give him your fork, devil, give him your fork," and having the royal command Bolle obeyed with zeal.
In thirty seconds it was all over; the rout had come and gone, only Thomas in his hideous attire stood bowing before the King, who exclaimed-- "I thank thee, Thomas Bolle, thou hast made me laugh as I have not laughed for years.

Little wonder that thy mistress was condemned for witchcraft.