(Enter the Other Maria.)
Theodosius (to the Other Maria):
Close intertwinéd was thy destiny
With thine exalted sister’s loftier life:
The light of love I could impart to her:
But not the warmth of love, so long as thou
Didst always let thy noblest impulses
From dim sensations only rise in thee,
And didst not strive to see them clear and bold