Louis— I know one thing.
You would not have said, "You two know everything,"
If you had been here half an hour ago. (Walking aside.)
With you in large space on the entablature.
Father Benedict—He need not think that God revealed to him
Alone my glory, for I knew it, too.
Blood appeared on my hands the other night,
And while the congregation sat amazed,
The altar cups took fire, and a white dove—
(To the Abbot, who has drawn near.)
The night the brother fell I saw some things
During service would have made my hair stand up
Had I been less courageous than I am,
Or less near God. You would have quaked with fear,
And sought the books of some old heathen sage
For explanation. I—I went to God,
With the result that I am ready now.
I have been shown the blood of that great hound. (He looks at his hand.)
And I have got God's meaning. I am called.
Now, when the chase starts I will make my way
Up to the mountain tops and meet the Lord,
And Heathendom shall tumble down to Hell.
(He espies the wine vessels over against the dormitory wall and goes toward them, pulling the ass by the bridle.)
Abbot—What did you come up here to see me for?
Father Benedict— (Stopping.)
Come up to see you?
Abbot— You are here.
Father Benedict— I am. (A pause.)
It seems you don't know how I got my wool.