Zina. Oh, my life is so hopeless—
Halcom. Do you remember your mother?
Zina. I had no mother.
Halcom. No mother?
Zina. I grew up among the hands; I know nothing more.
Halcom. You had but one master?
Zina. Master Brightly is all I have ever known.
Halcom. They have told you nothing of your origin?
Zina. Nothing.
Halcom. You have no little keepsake in memory of the past!