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THE SPAGNOLETTO.

BIBERA.

Sir, that word
Is the most grateful you have spoken yet.
Why art thou silent, daughter?

MARIA (absently).

What should I say?
The Prince is kind. I scarcely heard your words.
I listened to your voices, and I mused.

DON JOHN (rising).

I overstep your patience.
What have I said ?

MARIA.

You will be gone?

RIBERA.

You are a child, Maria.
To-morrow I will wait your Highness.

DON JOHN.

Thanks.
To-morrow noon. Farewell, signora.
[Exit DON JOHN.

RIBERA.

What ails you, daughter ? You forget yourself.
Your tongue cleaves to your mouth. You sit and muse,

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