THE LAWYER. And your child?
THE DAUGHTER. My child—what of it?
THE LAWYER. Your child is crying for you.
THE DAUGHTER. My child! Woe, I am earth-bound! And this pain in my breast, this anguish—what is it?
THE LAWYER. Don't you know?
THE DAUGHTER. No.
THE LAWYER. It is remorse.
THE DAUGHTER. Is that remorse?
THE LAWYER. Yes, and it follows every neglected duty; every pleasure, even the most innocent, if innocent pleasures exist, which seems doubtful; and every suffering inflicted upon one's fellow-beings.
THE DAUGHTER. And there is no remedy?