(The two phantoms become one.)
The Thrones
O soul, now one which just before was two,
What is your deepest love?
The Phantom
It is the True.
I love the Right, the Good, confederate
And in this order, ruling, not apart:
If this may be, mind, conscience, heart
In harmony and balanced equipoise,
I would possess, and I would have a voice
To sway with truth.
The Thrones
Choose then O soul your fate!
The Phantom
Down bending I obey. What have I done?
First Throne