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rcy hath reserved me truly For a wise purpose. ANNICCA. Father, rise; take courage; We know not yet the end. RIBERA. Why should I rise To front the level eyes of men's contempt? Oh, I am shamed! Cover my head, Annicca; Darken mine eyes, and veil my face. Oh, God, Would that I were a nameless, obscure man, So could I bury with me my disgrace, That now must be immortal. Where thou standest, Annicca, there she stood last night. She kissed me; Round mine old neck she wreathed her soft, young arms. My wrinkled cheeks were wet with her warm tears. She shuddered, and I thought it was the thunder Struck terror through her soul. White-bearded fool! FIAMETTA. I found this scrip upon the chamber-floor, Mayhap it brings some comfort. RIBERA (starts up and snatches the paper she offers him, reads it rapidly, then to ANNICCA wildly). Look, look there-- 'T is writ in blood: "My duty to my lord Forbids my telling you our present port." I would track her down with sleuth-hounds, did I not Abhor to see her face. Ah, press thy hands Against my head--my brain is like to burst-- My throat is choked. Help! help! [He swoons.] SCENE IV. A street. Enter LORENZO and a GENTLEMAN, meeting. They salute, and LORENZO is about to pass on. LORENZO. Good-morning, sir. GENTLEMAN. Hail and farewell so soon, Friend dreamer? I will lay a goodly sum The news that flies like fire from tongue to tongue Hath not yet warmed thine ear. LORENZO. What's that? I lay A sum as fair thy news is some dry tale Of courtly gossip, touching me as nigh As the dissensions of the antipodes. GENTLEMAN. Done for a hundred florins! In the night, 'Midst the wild storm whose roar must have invaded Even thy leaden sleep, Prince John left Naples. We should have had a pageant here to-day, A royal exit, floral arches thrown From house to house in all the streets he passed, Music and guard of honor, homage fitting The son of Philip--but the bird has flown. LORENZO. So! I regret our busy citizens, Who sun themselves day-long upon the quays, Should be deprived of such a fe
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