Clerk. Dost thou tell us our good pastor be in mortal sin because he liveth with a good wife as do other men?
Arnulph. Have I not said it?
Gellert. Then art thou a brazen liar, an’ comest thou down, I will give the non of it on thy brazen chops, thou leathern-lunged Varlet of Satan.
Arnulph. Dog of Hell, the arm that toucheth me Heaven will wither!
(A great clamor arises.) Enter Gerbhert, the Parish Priest.
Gerbhert. What meaneth this disturbance i’ my parish? I thought I ruled a peaceful, God-fearing people, an’ not a brawling rabble.
Gellert. Pray, good Father, ’tis yon loud-mouthed Dog of Satan, hath insulted you an’ all Milan by his mad heresy.
Gerbhert. Insulteth me, good Gellert? (To Arnulph.) Who are you who without my license come disturbing my flock with thine unseemly harangues? Come down from yon pulpit! (To the crowd.) Good People, in God’s name, go home.
Arnulph. Nay, I will not come down till I have delivered this my message to this foolish mob, an’ to thee, thou carnal-minded Priest. In the name of the Holy Church I exhort ye,—
Gel. He saith, Pastor Gerbhert, that thou canst no more make masses, being a wedded man.