Abbot— What?
Father Benedict— I suppose not, to you.
Abbot—You mean to say—
Father Benedict— Go your way; I go mine.
Abbot—To say the dwarf killed—
Father Benedict— You have espoused the cause
of the guilty.
Abbot— Of the guilty? I espoused?
(Following with the light.)
Don't tell me Oswald had a hand in this.
Benedict, this is pure malignity.
Father Benedict—And no mouth in it, either, I suppose.