Maria. I know the power of grace divine, and yet the thought of how I have failed fills me with dread; I never can sufficiently atone.
Abraham. Thy feeble trust in Him is a reproach to me! But come, return with me to where we lived, and there resume the life which thou didst leave.
Maria. I would not disobey thee; if it be thy bidding, readily I yield.
Abraham. Now I see my daughter such as I would have her; I hope still to hold thee dearest among all.
Maria. I own a little wealth in gold and clothing; I abide by thy decision what shall be done with it.
Abraham. What came to thee in evil, with evil cast it from thee.
Maria. I think it might be given to the poor; or offered at the holy altars.
Abraham. I doubt if wealth acquired in wickedness is acceptable to God.
Maria. Besides this there is nothing of which the thought need trouble us.
Abraham. The dawn is breaking, the daylight shining, let us now depart.