Enter the abbot and Agnes.
Ab. An unknown orphan, named Agnes Lindorf, by him, your benefactor!
Ag. By baron Ravensburg, whose son has so befriended me. But I detain you from most urgent duty. The great, the good, all, all advance to grace your installation.
Ab. They do. But he, this baron, you suspect may know the motive for your accusation? (Agnes accords.) Oh that I knew! for I would court each, the most trifling circumstance, still further to destroy your fell accuser's hopes. Well, well, they are destroyed! Long ere this dark tribunal had a name, ages had sanction'd our monastic rights. And let but your protecting friend arrive, you may pass free from this devoted land, to one where unmask'd justice sits in open day, and prince and peasant meet with equal hearing.
Ag. We may, we may—and live to recompense thy matchless kindness. But still these awful these enrag'd avengers! Why, why does he delay?
Enter St. Clair.
St. Clair. My lord, a stranger!
Ag. (looking out.) 'Tis he! 'tis Ravensburg!
[Exit St. Clair.
Enter Ravensburg.