RIBERA (starts up and snatches the paper she offers him, reads it rapidly, then to ANNICCA wildly).
Look, look there
T is writ in blood : " My duty to my lord
Forbids my telling you our present port."
I would track her down with sleuth-hounds, did I not
Abhor to see her face. Ah, press thy hands
Against my head my brain is like to burst
My throat is choked. Help ! help !
[He swoons.
SCENE IV.
A Street. Enter LORENZO and a GENTLEMAN, meeting. They salute, and LORENZO is about to pass on.
LORENZO.
Good-morning, sir.
GENTLEMAN.
Hail and farewell so soon,
Friend dreamer? I will lay a goodly sum
The news that flies like fire from tongue to tongue
Hath not yet warmed thine ear.
LORENZO.
What s that? I lay
A sum as fair thy news is some dry tale
