Another father to be forced upon thee—
Who can do that, or wish to do it, Recha?
RECHA.
Who? Why my good, my evil genius, Daya,
She, she can wish it, will it—and can do it.
You do not know this dear good evil Daya.
God, God forgive it her—reward her for it;
So much good she has done me, so much evil.
SITTAH.
Evil to thee—much goodness she can’t have.
RECHA.
O yes, she has indeed.
SITTAH.
Who is she?
RECHA.