Father Benedict—How did you learn it, then?
Abbot— I had a seed.
Your coming was the sun, your words the shower;
It could not help but put forth leaves and bloom.
Father Benedict—Strange, very strange.
Abbot— To see a stalk with flukes
Put forth a bloom? 'Tis not unnatural.
Father Benedict—I do not understand.
Abbot— Nor I.
Father Benedict— What?
Abbot— This:
How that a shepherd could believe a wolf
Had suckled a lost lamb.
Father Benedict— What do you mean?