Was dwelling in that old man whom thou saw’st.
Thomasius:
I see him now again in his long cloak,
That worthy ancient with his earnest brow;
O soul, who dwelt within this covering
Why dost thou hide thyself so long from me?
It must—it can—but Theodora be.
Ah, see—now from the covered picture, comes
Reality: ’tis Theo … ’tis myself——
(As Thomasius begins the name ‘Theodora,’ his Double appears.)