RIBERA'S Room. RIBERA discovered sitting on the couch. He looks old and haggard, but has regained his natural bearing and expression. Enter ANNICCA. She hastens towards him, and kneels beside the couch, kissing him affectionately. ANNICCA. Father, you called me? RIBERA. Aye, to bid good-night. Why do you kiss me? To betray to-morrow? ANNICCA. Dear father, you are better; you have slept. Are you not rested? RIBERA. Child, I was not weary. There was some cloud pressed here (pointing to his forehead) but that is past, I have no pain nor any sense of ill. Now, while my brain is clear, I have a word To speak. I think not I have been to thee, Nor to that other one, an unkind father. I do not now remember any act, Or any word of mine, could cause thee grief. But I am old--perchance my memory Deceives in this? Speak! Am I right, Annicca? ANNICCA (weeping). Oh, father, father, why will you torture me? You were too good, too good. RIBERA. Why, so I thought. Since it appears the guerdon of such goodness Is treachery, abandonment, disgrace, I here renounce my fatherhood. No child Will I acknowledge mine. Thou art a wife; Thy duty is thy husband's. When Antonio Returns from Seville, tell him that his father Is long since dead. Henceforward I will own No kin, no home, no tie. I will away, To-morrow morn, and live an anchorite. One thing ye cannot rob me of--my work. My name shall still outsoar these low, mirk vapors-- Not the Ribera, stained with sin and shame, As she hath left it, but the Spagnoletto. My glory is mine own. I have done with it, But I bequeath it to my country. Now I will make friends with beasts--they'll prove less savage Than she that was my daughter. I have spoken For the last time that word. Thee I curse not; Thou hast not set thy heel upon my heart; But yet I will not bless thee. Go. Good-night. ANNICCA (embracing him). What! will you spurn me thus? Nay, I will bide, And be to thee all that she should have been, Soothe thy declining years, and heal the wound Of this sharp sorrow. Thou shalt bless me still, Father-- [RIBERA has yielded for a moment to her embrace; but, suddenly rising, he pushes her roughly from him.] RIBERA. Away! I know thee. Thou art one With her who duped me with like words last night. Then I believed; but now my sense is closed, My heart is dead as stone. I cast thee forth. By heaven, I own thee not! Thou dost forget I am the Spagnoletto. Away, I say, Or ere I strike thee. [He threatens her.] ANNICCA. Woe is me! Help, help! [Exit.]