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(Abbess and Nuns speak at once, and starting back.) Holy saints be with us!

Bern to Abb. Behold the man of blood!

Abb. Of misery too; I cannot look upon him.

Bern to Nuns. Nay, holy sisters, turn not thus away. Speak to him, if, perchance, he will regard you: For from his mouth we have no utt'rance heard, Save one deep and smother'd exclamation, When first we seiz'd him.

''Abb. to De Mon.'' Most miserable man, how art thou thus? (Pauses.) Thy tongue is silent, but those bloody hands Do witness horrid things. What is thy name?

''De Mon. (Roused; looks steadfastly at the Abbess for some time, then speaking in a short hurried voice.)'' I have no name.

''Abb. to Bern.'' Do it thyself: I'll speak to him no more.