ZACHARIAS.
You hear his full confession. O apostate
In vain, weep at your sentence.
PEPIN.
Holy Father,
I pray you send him back, but spare his life—
Spare him, if I have power with you.
ZACHARIAS.
His doom
Is but his choice made permanent on earth.
[to Carloman] O fallen from blessedness of will, become
The friend of heretics, the false of word
To everlasting Truth, you are condemned
Life-long to be a prisoner in your cell,
Life-long to watch the scourge and crucifix.
You chose them, as the God whom you abjure
Chose them, forever; you have lapsed and they
Become tormentors, till they force contrition
At last and save you.
CARLOMAN.
[with a low, panting moan] Prison!
ZACHARIAS.
At Vienne,
There till you die the prison you have made
Of an eternal vow shall compass you.