RTBERA.
How your hand trembles !
See, mine is firm. You had spilt it o er my beard
Had I not saved it. Thanks. I am strong again.
I am very old for such a steady grasp.
Why, girl, most men as hoary as thy father
Are long since palsied. But my firm touch comes
From handling of the brush. I am a painter,
The Spagnoletto
Ah, the Spagnoletto,
Disgraced, abandoned! My exalted name
The laughing-stock of churls; my hearthstone stamped
With everlasting shame ; my pride, my fame,
Mine honor where are they ? With yon spilt water,
Fouled in the dust, sucked by the thirsty air.
Now, by Christ s blood, my vengeance shall be huge
As mine affront. I will demand full justice
From Philip. We will treat as King with King.
He shall be stripped of rank and name and wealth,