--
That's past, thank God's good grace!
Guta. And now you leap
To the other end of the line.
Eliz. In self-defence.
I am too weak to live by half my conscience;
I have no wit to weigh and choose the mean;
Life is too short for logic; what I do
I must do simply; God alone must judge--
For God alone shall guide, and God's elect--
I shrink from earth's chill frosts too much to crawl--
I have snapped opinion's chains, and now I'll soar
Up to the blazing sunlight, and be free.
[The bishop of Bamberg enters. Conrad following.]
Bishop. The Devil plagued St. Antony in the likeness of a lean
friar! Between mad monks and mad women, bedlam's broke loose, I
think.
Con. When the Spirit first descended on the elect, seculars then,
too, said mocking, 'These men are full of new wine.'
Bishop. Seculars, truly! If I had not in my secularity picked up a
spice of chivalry to the ladies, I should long ago have turned out
you and your regulars, to cant elsewhere. Plague on this gout--I
must sit.
Eliz. Let me settle your cushion, uncle.
Bishop. So! girl! I sent for you from Botenstain.
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