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THE SPAGNOLETTO.
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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,
