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THE SPAGNOLETTO.
ACT III.
SCENE I.
The Studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.
RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So ! I am weary. Luca, what s o clock ?
LUCA.
My lord, an hour past noon.
RIBERA.
So late already !
Well, one more morning of such delicate toil
Will make it ready for Madrid, and worthy
Not merely Philip s eyes, but theirs whose glance
Outvalues a king s gaze, my noble friend
Velasquez, and the monkish Zurbaran.
Luca!
LUCA.
My lord.
RIBERA.
Hath the signora risen ?
LUCA.
Fiametta passed a brief while since, and left
My lady sleeping.
