They ought at least, to give us a moorish dance, or some other mummer! That is not what was told me; I was promised a feast of fools, with the election of a pope.

We have our pope of fools at Ghent also; we're not behindhand in that, cross of God! But this is the way we manage it; we collect a crowd like this one here, then each person in turn passes his head through a hole, and makes a grimace at the rest; time one who makes the ugliest, is elected pope by general acclamation; that's the way it is.

It is very diverting.

Would you like to make your pope after the fashion of my country?
At all events, it will be less wearisome than to listen to chatterers.

If they wish to come and make their grimaces through the hole, they can join the game.