Gerb. Margaret! (Shakes the grating.) Margaret! (The Monk raises the crucifix, and Gerbhert follows it slowly out.)
[Curtain.
SCENE V.—(Audience room in the Papal palace. Enter Hildebrand wearing his purple robe of state and with him Peter Damiani. Enter a page.)
Page. An Ambassador waits without, your Holiness.
Hild. From whence? Germany?
Page. Yea, my Lord.
Hild. Ha, now, the tide went out, the tide comes in. ’Tis but the spray to mine own thunders. Now, we’ll hear his answer to the Papal Curse.
Pet. Wilt thou receive a message from one accursed? He is no king, no ruler any more. This is no embassy.
Hild. Perchance, it may be prayer for pardon. Henry knoweth by this the power of Hildebrand.