CONSTANCE. Go in peace, my lord.
Scene III
GALLICANUS. O princes, I die of impatience to learn what has come of this long conference between our august sovereign and his daughter.
THE LORDS. He promised to plead your cause.
GALLICANUS. Oh, that his arguments may prevail!
THE LORDS. Maybe they will.
GALLICANUS. Peace! Silence all of you! The Emperor comes. His face is not anxious as when he left us, but serene and glad.
THE LORDS. A good omen!
GALLICANUS. It is said that the face is the mirror of the soul. If this be true, the calm joy in his reflects a kindly mood.
THE LORDS. We trust so.