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slow, His livid pallor makes me dread each moment His weary pulse will cease. This is the end, And from the first I knew it. The worst evil My warning tongue had wrought were joy to this. No heavier curse could I invoke on her Than that she see him in her dreams, her thoughts, As he is now. I could no longer bear it; I have fled hither from his couch to breathe-- To quicken my spent courage for the end. I cannot pray--my heart is full of curses. He sleeps; he rests. What better could I wish For his rent heart, his stunned, unbalanced brain, Than sleep to be eternally prolonged? Enter FIAMETTA. ANNICCA looks up anxiously, half rising. ANNICCA. How now? What news? FIAMETTA. The master is awake And calls for you, signora. ANNICCA. Heaven be praised! [Exit hastily.] FIAMETTA. Would I had followed my young mistress! Here I creep about like a scared, guilty thing, And fancy at each moment they will guess 'T was I who led her to the hut. I will confess, If any sin there be, to Father Clement, And buy indulgence with her golden chain. 'T would burn my throat, the master's rolling eyes Would haunt me ever, if I went to wear it. So, all will yet be well. [Exit.] SCENE VI. RIBERA'S Room. RIBERA discovered sitting on the couch. He looks old and haggard, but has regained his natural bearing and expression. Enter ANNICCA. She hastens towards him, and kneels beside the couch, kissing him affectionately. ANNICCA. Father, you called me? RIBERA. Aye, to bid good-night. Why do you kiss me? To betray to-morrow? ANNICCA. Dear father, you are better; you have slept. Are you not rested? RIBERA. Child, I was not weary. There was some cloud pressed here (pointing to his forehead) but that is past, I have no pain nor any sense of ill. Now, while my brain is clear, I have a word To speak. I think not I have been to thee, Nor to that other one, an unkind father. I do not now remember any act, Or any word of mine, could cause thee grief. But I am old--perchance my memory Deceives in this? Speak! Am I right, Annicca? ANNICCA (weeping).
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