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Rh see that no one gets in here easily. AB. (aside). Now is the moment to throw off my disguise and show who I am. (He does so.) Mary, my adopted child and half of my own soul, do you recognise me? Me, your old friend, who brought you up with a father's love, who betrothed you to the only-begotten Son of the King of Heaven.

MARY. Oh, goodness! It is Abraham, my father and my master, speaking!

AB. What has befallen you, my daughter?

MARY. Deep, deep misfortune.

AB. Who was it deceived you? Who led you into sin?

MARY. He who made our first parents fall.

AB. Where is that angelic life that you once led among us?

MARY. Lost, utterly lost!

AB. Where is your girlish modesty? Where is that wonderful purity you used to show?

MARY. All gone.

AB. Unless you repent, what reward can you expect for all those labours of fasting, praying and watching that you