To seek her father. See, he comes, alone.
I will not meddle in this broil. Farewell!
[Exit Gentleman-
Enter RIBEKA, 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 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,
