This page needs to be proofread.
THE SPAGXOLETTO.
297
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.
