Oh, this is indeed a punishment.

I know how heavily I have sinned, I deserve whatever may befall me; but you, you must not make me more wretched, than I already am.

Your father, he...

if he were still alive, for your sake I would crawl to him on my knees, and say: 'Here I am, forgive me'-- but he is dead.

Pasquale, Zorrillo lives; do not think me a vain, deluded woman; Zorrillo cannot bear to have me leave him...." "And my father?
He bore it.