“When my offended honor is so deeply concerned?”
“I am Love, and she is weeping; but I will direct my gaze to thy wrongs, and without fail shall hit the mark.”
“My hand cannot err, traitrous adulterers, who conspired against me; the honor of an insulted man obliges me to this! I am the Painter of his own Dishonor; die both at one stroke!” (Fires. Lucifer and Sin both fall.)
Love. “Thou hast hit Sin, and not Human Nature!”
The Artist answers that it cannot be said that his shot has failed, since by this tree Nature lives, and Lucifer and Sin are killed.
The Artist points to a fountain of seven streams, and the Virtues, and invites Human Nature to bathe in the blood from his side, and be restored to her original condition.
The auto closes with an expression of gratitude from Nature, and the usual allusion to the Sacrament in whose honor the present festival is celebrated.
I AM THE DOOR.
“To him that knocketh it shall be opened.”