Ha, said the keeper, my lord prior, my minion, my gentle lord prior, I pray God make you an abbot.

By the habit, said the monk, which I wear, I will here make you a cardinal.

What! do you use to pay ransoms to religious men?
You shall therefore have by-and-by a red hat of my giving.

And the fellow cried, Ha, my lord prior, my lord prior, my lord abbot that shall be, my lord cardinal, my lord all! Ha, ha, hes, no, my lord prior, my good little lord the prior, I yield, render and deliver myself up to you.

And I deliver thee, said the monk, to all the devils in hell.