Father Benedict—His blood is on your hands.
Oswald—(Frantically.) You murdered him!
You had no cause to kill him.
Father Benedict— I!. Hear that.
Oswald—The boy had done no harm. The night I fell
'Twas he who—
Louis—(Seizing him.) Will you hush?
Abbot—(White with fear.) Oswald, retire.
Your fever—you're excited. (Rising.) Benedict,
Don't press this matter further—now.
Father Benedict—(Bewildered.) The boy!
Abbot—Louis, take him—
Father Benedict— No cause to kill the boy!