Abraham. The time has come; away, deceitful clothes, that I may be recognised. Oh, my adopted daughter, joy of my soul, Maria, dost thou not know the aged man who was to thee a parent, who vowed thee to the heavenly king?
Maria. Oh woe is me! It is my father, my teacher Abraham, who speaks.
Abraham. What then has come to thee, my daughter?
Maria. Ah, wretchedness!
Abraham. Who was it that deceived thee? Who allured thee?
Maria. He who was the undoing of our first parents.
Abraham. Where is the noble life thou once wast wont to lead?
Maria. Lost, lost for ever!
Abraham. Where is thy virgin modesty, thy wondrous self-restraint?
Maria. Gone from me altogether.