Duch. It was not I moved there, I think:
But one I could,—though constantly beside,
And aye approaching,—still keep distant from,
And so adore. 'T was a man moved there.
Val. Who?
Duch. I felt the spirit, never saw the face.
Val. See it! 'T is Berthold's! He enables you
To realize your vision.
Duch. Berthold?
Val. Duke—