For I meant to enrich with this wealth given me
(As a proof of my zeal) this great monastery."
"And this," said the Abbot, "you plead in defence?
I'm almost persuaded 'tis but a pretence;
Yet, in justice, I cannot my credence refuse
Until I discover my trust you abuse.
But if ever in falsehood you once are found out,
My anger would heavily fall there's no doubt.
Then it was, after all, but a slumb'ring delusion,—
Just a slight indigestion, which caused this illusion?