Father Benedict— Put out his eyes himself!
Pierre—Oh, in his fever—
Father Benedict— What will sin not do!
Pierre—And someone—
Father Benedict— Rather than look upon my face!
By this deed he admits the charge I made.
Pierre—And someone—someone told him of the dream,
How that the dogs should tear him—
Father Benedict— Stop right there!
You come down here to cast his blood on me?
I see the hand inside this hellish glove.
(He turns and comes straight out into the street.)
Pierre— (Timidly.)
'Twas that that did it.
Father Benedict— (Lifting his hand and shouting aloud.)
Go back, men, go back!
We will stay here! This I will not forgive.