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Our city's royal palace: and for this We hold our festival.

Sebast. (in a low voice.) Thou saidst—the King! His name? I heard it not.

1st Cit.Philip of Spain.

Sebast. Philip of Spain. We slumber, till aroused By th' earthquake's bursting shock. Hath there not fallen A sudden darkness? All things seem to float Obscurely round me. Now 'tis past. The streets Are blazing with strange fire. Go, quench those lamps; They glare upon me till my very brain Grows dizzy, and doth whirl. How dared ye thus Light up your shrines for him?

Gonzal.Away, away. This is no time, no scene—

Sebast.Philip of Spain! How name ye this fair land? Why—is it not The free, the chivalrous Portugal? the land