[Friar Tuck confronts the Bishop, who is hastily gathering up gold coins]
So, you sold your soul to Satan, your Grace? You accused innocent men of witchcraft and let them die!
Bishop of Hereford Brother Friar, you would not strike a fellow man of the cloth?
No, no I wouldn't. In fact, I'll help you pack for your journey. [he swiftly lades the Bishop down with several heavy sacks] You're going to need lots of gold to help you on your way-you're a very rich man, eh? This too, and that! [Tuck holds up one final bag] Here's thirty pieces of silver, to pay the Devil...ON YOUR WAY TO HELL! [Tuck shoves the Bishop to his death out a window]
