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THE SPAGXOLETTO.

As the Ribera’s child should meet a Prince—
Nor overbold, 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.

ANXICCA.

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 this side.

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