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