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fears. Is she not by my side, For work or rest? ANNICCA. Surely, I meant no harm. Father, how quick you are! I had but asked If she, being here, had seen the work progress, And found it his true counterpart. RIBERA. Annicca, There is something in your thought you hold from me. Have the lewd, prying eyes, the slanderous mind Of public envy, spied herein some mischief? What hast thou heard? By heaven, if one foul word Have darkened the fair fame of my white dove, Naples shall rue it. Let them not forget The chapel of Saint Januarius! ANNICCA (aside). Tommaso judged aright. I dare not tell him. Dear father, listen. Pray, be calm. Sit down; Your own hot rage engenders in my mind Thoughts, fears, suspicions. RIBERA (seating himself). I am foolish, hasty; but it makes me mad. Listen to me. Here sits the Prince before me; We talk, we laugh. We have discussed all themes, From the great Angelo's divinity, Down to the pest of flies that fret us here At the day's hottest. Sometimes he will pace The studio--such young blood is seldom still. He brought me once his mandoline, and drew Eloquent music thence. I study thus The changeful play of soul. I catch the spirit Behind the veil, and burn it on the plate. Maria comes and goes--will sit awhile Over her broidery, then will haste away And serve us with a dish of golden fruit. That is for me; she knows the sweet, cool juice, After long hours of work, refreshes me More than strong wine. She meets his Royal Highness As the Ribera's child should meet a Prince-- Nor over bold, nor timid; one would think Their rank was equal, and that neither sprang From less than royal lineage. ANNICCA. Why, I know it. Here is no need to excuse or justify. Speak rather of your work--is the plate finished? RIBERA. So nigh, that were Don John to leave to-morrow, It might go with him. ANNICCA. What! he leaves Naples? RIBERA. Yea, but I know not when; he seems to wait Momently, orders from his Majesty To travel onward. ANNICCA (aside). Would he were well away! RIBERA. What do you mutter? I grow deaf th
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