the chapel to-night. Have an eye to them; there are idle fellows among them.
[Sira Viliam points silently towards the chapel, whence singing is heard, which continues during what follows.
Bishop Nicholas.
So much still undone, and to go and leave it all! So much undone, Viliam!
Sira Viliam.
My lord, think of heavenly things!
Bishop Nicholas.
I have time before me;—till well on in the morning, Master Sigard thinks
Sira Viliam.
My lord, my lord!
Bishop Nicholas.
Give me mitre and crozier!—'Tis very well for you to say that I should think[A priest brings them.] So, set the cap there, 'tis too heavy for me; give me the crozier in my hand; there, now am I in my armour. A bishop!The Evil One dare not grapple with me now!
Sira Viliam.
Desire you aught beside?
Bishop Nicholas.
No. Stay—tell me:—Peter, Andres Skialdarband's son,—all speak well of him
