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Hath sunk below th' Atlantic. Let us hence— Gonzalez, fear me not.[Exeunt.

1st Cit. In sooth our city wears a goodly mien With her far-blazing fanes, and festive lamps Shining from all her marble palaces, Countless as heaven's fair stars. The humblest lattice Sends forth its radiance. How the sparkling waves Fling back the light!

2d Cit.Aye, 'tis a gallant shew; And one which serves, like others, to conceal Things which must not be told.

3d Cit.What wouldst thou say?

2d Cit. That which may scarce, in perilous times like these,