And see, another joins him—some soul-shape—
A penitent;—would I might keep him far!
(Referring to Balde, or Joseph Keane in the previous play.)
Romanus’ Soul:
That which he here must do can but be done
In cosmic sunshine-time; in solitude
And robed in darkness he must wend his way
Whilst Saturn doth light up this spirit-realm.
Capesius’ Soul:
How doth this penitent bewilder me!