Then let us wail with such a doleful sound
Our woeful lot, that coming ages may
Rehearse our hopeless valour round and round.
And let Marquino make a full display
Of all his lore; and tell the sum of fears
And horrors springing from this fateful day,
Which now hath turned our laughter into tears.
[Exeunt omnes, save Morandro and Leoncio, who remain alone.
Morandro.
What, Leoncio, dost thou say?