ABBOT-- Benedict!
FATHER BENEDICT--If he don't know the dream, I'll tell him.
Macias saw a pack of--
ABBOT--(_Striking the table._) Will you stop?
_Eum ad insaniam adiges._
FATHER BENEDICT--Let it drive him mad.
(_As though provoked beyond expression, the Abbot
passes his hand across his brow and casts a
scornful glance toward the Priest._)
ABBOT-- Oswald, you go back
Into your cloister.
OSWALD-- Drive who mad, Father?
FATHER BENEDICT--You. The hunter saw the furious
hounds of Hell
Chasing you up a mountain, while a storm--