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Rh What is it ? Speak !

Dear master, she is gone.

How ? Murdered dead ? Oh, cruel God ! Away! Follow me not ! [Exit RIBERA.

Help, all ye saints of heaven. Have pity on him ! Oh, what a day is this !

Quiet, Fiametta. When the master finds The empty, untouched bed, the silent room, His wits will leave him. Hark ! was that his cry ? Eeenter KLBERA catting.

Maria ! Daughter ! Where have they taken thee, My only one, my darling ? Oh, the brigands ! Naples shall bleed for this. What do ye here, Slaves, fools, who stare upon me ? Know ye not I have been robbed ? Hence ! Ransack every house