Louis—We are alone now.
Francis—What do you wish of me?
Louis [who has knelt down]—At your knees see me trembling with hope and fear.
Francis—What can I do for you?
Louis—Everything, Father; you can do everything: you can call the dead to life again.
Francis—I!
Louis—To the dead you say, "Leave your graves!" and they leave them.
Francis—Who? I?
Louis—You bid our ailments to be cured.
Francis—I, my son?