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An Open Street, crouded with People, who seem to be waiting in expectation of some Show.

First Man. Well friend, what tidings of the grand procession?

Cit. I left it passing by the northern gate.

Second Man. I've waited long, I'm glad it comes at last.

Young Man. And does the Princess look so wondrous fair As fame reports?

Cit. She is the fairest lady of the train, And all the fairest beauties of the court Are in her train.

Old Man. Bears she such off'rings to Saint Francis' shrine, So rich, so marvellous rich as rumour says? 'Twill drain the treasury.

Cit. Since she in all this splendid pomp, returns Her publick thanks to the good patron Saint, Who from his sick bed hath restor'd her father, Thou wouldst not have her go with empty hands?