I breathe the purest airs of life, and shape
The powers of air to feel as doth mankind.
Strader:
Then thou canst not assist us in our quest.
For far aloft from men’s endeavour stands
All that which must abide in nature’s realm.
Capesius:
Lady, I like thy words, and I would fain
Translate thy form of speech into mine own.
The Other Maria: