VERRINA. How, my daughter! do you receive me thus? Formerly, when I came home, my heart o'erburdened with sorrows, my Bertha came running towards me, and chased them away with her smiles. Come, embrace me, my daughter! Reclined upon thy glowing bosom, my heart, when chilled by the sufferings of my country, shall grow warm again. Oh, my child! this day I have closed my account with the joys of this world, and thou alone (sighing heavily) remainest to me. BERTHA (casting a long and earnest look at him). Wretched father! VERRINA (eagerly embracing her). Bertha! my only child! Bertha! my last remaining hope! The liberty of Genoa is lost--Fiesco is lost--and thou (pressing her more strongly, with a look of despair) mayest be dishonored! BERTHA (tearing herself from him). Great God! You know, then---- VERRINA (trembling). What? BERTHA. My virgin honor---- VERRINA (raging). What? BERTHA. Last night---- VERRINA (furiously.) Speak! What! BERTHA. Force. (Sinks down upon the side of the sofa.) VERRINA (after a long pause, with a hollow voice). One word more, my daughter--thy last! Who was it? BERTHA. Alas, what an angry deathlike paleness! Great God, support me! How his words falter! His whole frame trembles! VERRINA. I cannot comprehend it. Tell me, my daughter--who? BERTHA. Compose yourself, my best, my dearest father! VERRINA (ready to faint). For God's sake--who? BERTHA. A mask---- VERRINA (steps back, thoughtfully). No! That cannot be!--the thought is idle--(smiling to himself ). What a fool am I to think that all the poison of my life can flow but from one source! (Firmly addressing himself to BERTHA.) What was his stature, less than mine or taller? BERTHA. Taller. VERRINA (eagerly). His hair? Black, and curled? BERTHA. As black as jet and curled? VERRINA (retiring from her in great emotion). O God! my brain! my brain! His voice? BERTHA. Was deep and harsh. VERRINA (impetuously). What color was--No! I'll hear no more! 'His cloak! What color? BERTHA. I think his cloak was green. VERRINA (covering his face with his hands, falls on the couch). No more. This can be nothing but a dream! BERTHA (wringing her hands). Merciful heaven! Is this my father? VERRINA (after a pause, with a forced smile). Right! It serves thee right--coward Verrina! The villain broke into the sanctuary of the laws. This did not rouse thee. Then he violated the sanctuary of thy honor (starting up). Quick! Nicolo! Bring balls and powder--but stay--my sword were better. (To BERTHA.) Say thy prayers! Ah! what am I going to do? BERTHA. Father, you make me tremble---- VERRINA. Come, sit by me, Bertha! (in a solemn manner.) Tell me, Bertha, what did that hoary-headed Roman, when his daughter--like you-- how can I speak it! fell a prey to ignominy? Tell me, Bertha, what said Virginius to his dishonored daughter? BERTHA (shuddering). I know not.