In thy rough words there soundeth pain for thee,
And they are painful too in mine own soul.
I can—whilst facing thee—but weep—and cry——
(Exit quickly.)
(Enter Maria and Thomasius both fully conscious, so that they can hear and understand all that goes on, and speak about it.)
Thomasius:
Maria, terror reigns on every side,
It closeth in and presseth on my soul;
Whence shall come inward strength to conquer it?
Maria: