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My royal city to the skies sent up From her illumined fanes and towers a voice Of gladness, welcoming our first return From Afric's coast. Speak thou, Gonzalez, ask The cause of this rejoicing. To my heart Deep feelings rush, so mingled and so fast, My voice per chance might tremble.

Gonzal.Citizen, What festal night is this, that all your streets Are thronged and glittering thus?

1st Cit.Hast thou not heard Of the king's entry, in triumphal pomp, This very morn?

Gonzal.The King! triumphal pomp! Thy words are dark.

Sebast.Speak yet again, mine ears Ring with strange sounds. Again!

1st Cit.I said, the King, Philip of Spain, and now of Portugal, This morning entered with a conqueror's train