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