Alone in Naples, wreathed with rays of gold,
Her crown of light betrays her. So, she s safe !
Enter LUCA.
LUCA.
A noble gentleman of Spain awaits
The master s leave to enter.
RIBERA.
Show him in.
[Exit LUCA. RIBEBA draws the curtain before his picture of " Jacob s Dream."
RIBERA.
A gentleman of Spain ! Perchance the Prince
Sends couriers to herald his approach,
Or craves a longer grace.
Enter LUCA, ushering in DON JOHN unattended, completely enveloped in a Spanish mantle, which he throws off, his face almost hidden by a cavalier’s hat. He uncovers his head on entering. RIBEBA, repressing a movement of surprise, hastens to greet him and kisses his hand.
RIBERA.
Welcome, my lord !
I am shamed to think my sovereign s son should wait,
Through a churl’s ignorance, without my doors.