Gon. Be still—or all is lost.
2d Cit. I dare speak that which all men think and know.
’Tis to Sebastian, and his waste of life,
And power, and treasure, that we owe these bonds.
3d Cit. Talk not of bonds. May our new monarch rule
The weary land in peace! But who art thou?
Whence com’st thou, haughty stranger, that these things,
Known to all nations, should be new to thee?
Seb. (wildly.) I come from regions where the cities lie
In ruins, not in chains!