ABBOT--(_Quickly._) Louis!
(_Searching the Priest's face._) You asked
If he told us--?
FATHER BENEDICT--It was the dwarf was killed.
ABBOT--He told us that you had burned him.
FATHER BENEDICT--(_Fiercely to Oswald._) God shall burn
You, griffon, son of Tophet, damned thing!
(_Terrified at the dark in the corridor and with
a wild expression upon his face, Oswald
clutches hysterically at the door jambs._)
OSWALD--No, no, no, no! (_Piteously, as he is shoved along_
_through the hall._) Father, Father!
FATHER BENEDICT-- Call Hell!
I pray to God--
ABBOT-- Breathe no curse, Benedict.
I will inquire into this affair.
If he hath done aught culpable--