Enter Fabio.
Fabio. The citadel, my lord,
Makes signal of two galleys in full sail
Coming to port.
Luis. More guests! the more the merrier!
Ped. The merrier for them, but scarce for you,
Don Luis.
Luis. Nay, good fortune comes like bad,
All of a heap. What think you, should it be,
As I suspect it is, the Prince Orsino