OLD MONK.
[touching Damiani’s shoulder] Surely, prior,
We must arrest this traitor.
DAMIANI.
[in a whisper] Half the brethren
Are in the chapel: I will bring them down
In mass on these insurgent novices.
[aloud] Children, I leave you: wrestle with temptation;
I now can only aid you with my prayers.
When you have heard him through, decide; and either
Lead him in chains to me; or if his lies
Prevail with you, then put me in your prisons,
And let the devil rule.
[to Carloman] Now do your worst
With your blaspheming tongue.
[Exit.]
OLD MONK.
We should be fools
To listen to him—it is mutiny;
And there are walled-up dungeons.
CARLOMAN.
No, the hills
For all, if all are reckless; it is just
The one that fears who is the traitor-foe
Imperilling brave men.