If thou wouldst not work evil to his soul.
Alone he must proceed along the road
On which he travels to his longed for goal.’
I know that if thou dost but speak the word
This lying dream will cease to haunt my soul.
Benedictus:
Maria, noble grief leads thee astray
To see the truth yet call it counterfeit.
Maria:
What I have seen—is truth.… It cannot be!