Who will save me from the demon, from myself?

My mother, my mother, I love her.

(She falls weeping on the clavichord.)

Miracle (re-appears behind Antonia)

Your mother? Dare you invoke her?

Your mother? But is it not she?

Who speaks by my voice ingrate, and recalls to you

The splendor of the name that you would abdicate?

(The portrait lights up and becomes animated.)

Listen!