Cora. I can no longer remain a priestess of the Sun!
High-Priestess. No longer remain a priestess of the Sun?
Cora. But will marry.
High-Priestess. Marry!—you marry!
Cora. The gods have given me a feeling heart.
High-Priestess. To be devoted to their service.
Cora. I was born to become a wife.
High-Priestess. The Sun is your husband.
Cora. To him I can offer only prayers and thanks; but our heart and our love can be bestowed only on a husband.