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Archbishop Peter Abelard, I have summoned you here to respond to Canon Fulbert's charges He accuses you of Blasphemy and heresy Fulbert And lechery with my niece
Archbishop That's past, Fulbert They're married now Though they choose to live apart He can't deny They're married now Fulbert It's lechery with my niece
Archbishop What else, Fulbert? What else? Fulbert He called the Holy Mother religion ...
Archbishop A what, Fulbert? Fulbert He called the Holy Mother religion a ...
Archbishop A what, Fulbert? Fulbert A whore, Archbishop. A whore!
Archbishop Did you? Well, did you?
Abelard I saw a virgin of light A celestial, beautiful bride Stained and abused in the night By her many lovers Who are people like you, Archbishop You parade around in silk and ermine, turning your eyes from the naked in the street, turning your noses from the stench of their sores while you perfume your bodies with oriental incense, while you erect vast treasuries in your banks, and lie, and lie, and lie! It is you who abuse the virgin of light and turn her into a whore! Whispers Heresy, blasphemy, lechery
Abelard I saw a virgin of light A celestial, beautiful bride
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