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THE SPAGNOLETTO.
317
ANNICCA.
Father, she is not dead.
RIBERA (wildly).
Where have they found her ? What dost thou
know ? Speak, speak,
Ere my heart break !
ANNICCA.
Alas ! they have not found her ;
But that were easy. Nerve thyself remember
Thou art the Spagnoletto still. Last night
Don John fled secretly from Naples.
RIBERA.
Ah!
Give me a draught of water.
[He sinks down on his chair.
ANNICCA (calling).
Help, Tommaso !
Luca ! Fiametta ! Father, look up, look up !
Gaze not so hollowly.
Enter DON TOMMASO and SERVANTS.
Quick ! water, water !
Do ye not see he swoons ?
[She kneels before her father, chafing and kissing his hands. Exit LUCA, who returns immediately with
