Retardus:
Capesius, my son, thou art now lost.
Thou hast withdrawn thyself from my domain
Before the temple’s light can shine for thee.
Benedictus:
He hath begun the path. He feels the light.
And he will win the strength to search and know
In his own soul all that, which up till now
Good Dame Felicia hath produced for him.
Strader: