Cath. He is a holy clerk, well bred in orders,
Of good repute among his loving people,
Who look up to him as their Father in God,
Dwelling among them as the beckoning hand
Leading to heaven.
Hild. O, God! O, merciful God!
Cath. They have a little babe, a sweet, wee mite
Just come from Heaven.
Pet. Hence, Scorpion, know ye not this is the Holy Father?