One must inioy both her and Sicilie.
What sudden shout was that? Some know the cause;
Can there be so much ioy left in our Land,
To raise mens voyces to so high a sound?
Enter Nicanor.
Or wast a shreeke of some new miserie?
For comfort cannot be expected here.
The newes, Nicanor. |Trumpets.|
Nic. Happie, Sir, I hope,
There is a Souldier new arriu’d at Court,