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'Tis to Sebastian, and his waste of life, And power, and treasure, that we owe these bonds.

3d Cit. Talk not of bonds. May our new monarch rule The weary land in peace! But who art thou? Whence comest thou, haughty stranger, that these things, Known to all nations, should be new to thee?

Sebast. (wildly.) I come from regions where the cities lie In ruins, not in chains. [''Exit with Gonzal. and Zamor''.

2d Cit.He wears the mien Of one that hath commanded; yet his looks And words were strangely wild.

1st Cit.Marked you his fierce And haughty gesture, and the flash that broke From his dark eye, when King Sebastian's name Became our theme?

2d Cit.Trust me there's more in this