They are truth! If perchance my tongue doth falter,
’Tis not the weakness of the conscious soul!
Hold! hold! and hear me!
‘Veniero.
‘My poor child!
‘Teresa.
‘No child!
‘No child of thine! Who was’t I called father?
‘Not one who caused all this! Fie! fie! do fathers
‘Thus immolate their children? I have heard