DON JOHN.
Where is that?
I ne’er have seen the painting.
RIBERA.
’T is not in oils,
But etched in aqua-f ortis. Luca, fetch down
Yonder portfolio. I can show your Highness
The graven copy.
[LucA brings forward a large portfolio. RIBERA looks hastily over the engravings and draws one out, which he shows DON JOHN.
DON JOHN.
Ah, most admirable!
I know not who is hest portrayed the god,
Plump, reeling, wreathed with vine, in whom abides
Something Olympian still, or the coarse Saytrs,
Thoroughly brutish. Here I scarcely miss,
So masterly the grouping, so distinct
The bacchanalian spirit, your rich brush,
So vigorous in color. Do you find
The pleasure in this treatment equals that
Of the oil painting?
RIBERA.
All is in my mood;
We have so many petty talents, clever
