Father Benedict—It was the dwarf was killed.
Abbot—He told us that you had burned him.
Father Benedict—(Fiercely to Oswald.) God shall burn
You, griffon, son of Tophet, damned thing!
(Terrified at the dark in the corridor and with a wild expression upon his face, Oswald clutches hysterically at the door jambs.)
Oswald—No, no, no, no! (Piteously, as he is shoved along
through the hall.) Father, Father!
Father Benedict— Call Hell!
I pray to God—
Abbot— Breathe no curse, Benedict.
I will inquire into this affair.
If he hath done aught culpable—
Father Benedict— If! If!
Abbot—If he hath spoken unbecomingly—
Father Benedict—Is Jardin's life then nothing? I suppose
Not, to you. (He turns and goes toward the door, left.)