For I should neuer liue till your returne.
Enter Nicanor.
Nicanor my deare friend, Iago, Sforza,
One of you three, if I die issuelesse,
Must after mee be King of Sicilie,
Doe not forsake mee then.
Omnes. Long liue your grace:
And may your issue raigne eternally.
Attic. As for our daughter fayre Leonida,
Her female Sexe cannot inherit here, |Shout within.|