Antonia (opening one of the doors).
Of my father easily he has become the accomplice,
But come, regrets are superfluous,
I promised him. I shall sing no more.
(She falls in a chair.)
Miracle (appearing suddenly behind her.)
You will sing no more. Do you know what a sacrifice?
He imposes on your youth, and have you measured it?
Grace, beauty, talent, sacred gift;
All these blessings that heaven gave for your share,