THE DAUGHTER. Who is coming there?
THE POET. Walking on the waters? There is only one who does that—and it is not Peter, the Rock, for he sank like a stone——
A white light is seen shining over the water at some distance.
THE CREW. Christ Kyrie!
THE DAUGHTER. Can this be He?
THE POET. It is He, the crucified——
THE DAUGHTER. Why—tell me—why was He crucified?
THE POET. Because He wanted to set free——
THE DAUGHTER. Who was it—I have forgotten—that crucified Him?
THE POET. All the right-minded.