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stival. Your wager's lost--how am I moved by this? GENTLEMAN. Hark to the end. 'T would move all men whose veins Flow not clear water. He hath carried off The Rose of Naples. LORENZO. What wouldst thou say? Speak out! In God's name, who hath followed him? GENTLEMAN. Ah, thou'rt roused. Thy master hath been robbed--the Spagnoletto-- Maria of the Golden Locks--his daughter. LORENZO. How is this known? 'T is a foul slander forged By desperate malice. What! in the night, you say?-- She whose bright name was clean as gold, whose heart Shone a fixed star of loyal love and duty Beside her father's glory! This coarse lie Denies itself. I will go seek the master, And if this very noon she walk not forth, Led by the Spagnoletto, through the streets, To blind the dazed eyes of her slanderers,-- I am your debtor for a hundred florins. GENTLEMAN. Your faith in womanhood becomes you, sir. (Aside.) A beggar's child the mistress of a Prince; Humph! there be some might think the weight of scandal Lay on the other side. (To Lorenzo.) You need not forth To seek her father. See, he comes, alone. I will not meddle in the broil. Farewell! [Exit Gentleman.] Enter RIBERA, without hat or mantle, slowly, with folded arms and bent head. LORENZO. Oh heart, break not for pity! Shall he thus Unto all Naples blazon his disgrace? This must not be (advancing). Father! RIBERA (starts and looks up sharply). Who calls me father? LORENZO. Why, master, I--you know me not? Lorenzo. RIBERA. Nor do I care to know thee. Thou must be An arrant coward, thus to league with foes Against so poor a wretch as I--to call me By the most curst, despised, unhallowed name God's creatures can own. Away! and let me pass; I injure no man. LORENZO. Look at me, dear master. Your head is bare, your face is ashy pale, The sun is fierce. I am your friend, your pupil; Let me but guide my reverend master home, In token of the grateful memory Wherein I hold his guidance of my mind Up the steep paths of art. [While LORENZO speaks, RIBERA slowly gains consciousness of his situation, rai
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