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one who has received a deadly hurt, She walks. What if my doubts be false? The terror Of an unlooked-for blow, a treacherous thrust When least expected--that is all she showed. On a false charge, myself had acted thus. She had been moved far otherwise if guilty; She had wept, protested, begged--she had not left With such a proud and speechless show of grief. I was too harsh, too quick on slight suspicion. What did Annicca say? Why, she said naught. 'T was her grave air, her sudden reticence, Her ill-assumed indifference. They play on me; They know me not. They dread my violent passions, Not guessing what a firm and constant bridle I hold them with. On just cause to be angered, Is merely human. Yet they sound my temper; They try to lead me like some half-tamed beast, That must be coaxed. Well, I may laugh thereat. But I am not myself to-day; strange pains Shoot through my head and limbs and vex my spirit. Oh, I have wronged my child! Return, Maria! [Exit, calling.] ACT IV. SCENE I. Night. RIBERA'S bedroom. RIBERA discovered in his dressing-gown, seated reading beside a table, with a light upon it. Enter from an open door at the back of the stage, MARIA. She stands irresolute for a moment on the threshold behind her father, watching him, passes her hand rapidly over her brow and eyes, and then knocks. MARIA. May I come in, dear father? RIBERA (putting down his book and looking at her affectionately). Child, you ask? MARIA (advancing). You study late. I came to bid good-night. RIBERA. Poor child, thou must be weary. Thou art pale Still from thy swoon. MARIA (with a forced laugh). I had forgotten it. Nay, I am well again. RIBERA. But I forget it not, Neither forgive myself. Well, it is past, Enough! When the Prince left I sent for thee; Thou wast still sleeping? MARIA (with confusion). Yes, I was outworn. What didst thou wish of me? RIBERA. Merely to tell thee Don John leaves Naples. He expressed regret Most courteously that thou wast suffering. He had fain ordered us his parting thanks For our kind welcome--so he deigned to sa
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