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THE SPAGNOLETTO.
243
ANNICCA.
Say on.
MARIA.
A gentleman,
Favored of earth and heaven, true and loving,
Hath cast his heart at my imperial feet;
And if to-morrow find me as to-day,
I will e en stoop and raise it to mine own.
ANNICCA.
Signer Vitruvio?
MARIA.
Not he, indeed!
Did not I say favored of earth and heaven?
That should mean other gifts than bags of gold,
Or a straight-featured mask. Nor will it be
Any you name, though you should name him right.
Must it not lie how many fathom deep
The secret of a woman’s foolish heart?
ANNICCA.
Kiss me, Maria. You are still a child.
You cannot vex me, wilful as you be.
Your choice, I fear not, doubtless t will prove wise,
Despite your wild wit, for your heart is pure,
