I’ the candle flame.
BOTTLEJOHN
[Lights candle.]
I’ll take my crucifix.
[He is about to go toward the priedieu, when the Friar thrusts his hand over the candle flame. A vivid flash of light reveals his black face to Bottlejohn.]
FRIAR
Succubus! Incubus!
Praestare omnibus!
BOTTLEJOHN
[Drops the candle, which goes out.]
Help!