Cath. Yea, I have sought thee out these many years,
Did track thee to thy monastery then here.
O save thy daughter, mighty Hildebrand.
Hild. (Turns and covers himself with his cloak.)
O Woman, Woman, I know thee not. Away!
I know not wife save only Holy Church.
Pet. Away! away! cursed Woman, away!
Presume not on Christ’s Vicar, the great Pope,
The father of his people and the world.