FATHER BENEDICT-- (_Lifting his hand._)
It's my turn to explain. (_He begins to fill the cup._)
ABBOT-- Oswald, retire.
OSWALD--I want to clear myself.
FATHER BENEDICT-- _Clear!_ Let him stay.
(_Cup in hand, to the Abbot._)
After your pretty speech this morning I,
Reaching the village, found your monk, here, and
Jardin at swords' points. Some one had espied
The dwarf, it seems, in town. And the people,
Remembering what he did the other night,
Shouted, and the Bailiff's voice rang loud
For vengeance.