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SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL.
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Hath sunk below th' Atlantic. Let us hence—
Gonzalez, fear me not.[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A Street in Lisbon illuminated.
Many Citizens.
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,
