Father Benedict—If he don't know the dream, I'll tell him.
Macias saw a pack of—
Abbot—(Striking the table.) Will you stop?
Eum ad insaniam adiges.
Father Benedict—Let it drive him mad.
(As though provoked beyond expression, the Abbot passes his hand across his brow and casts a scornful glance toward the Priest.)
Abbot— Oswald, you go back
Into your cloister.
Oswald— Drive who mad, Father?
Father Benedict—You. The hunter saw the furious
hounds of Hell
Chasing you up a mountain, while a storm—
Abbot—Benedict, God's curse—
Father Benedict— On his enemies?
Abbot— On—