Ten. So we wish all.
Pedr. May we at our returne meet no worse newes Then now at parting. My noble Don Fernando And Teniente, once more farewell, (my daughter, I hope)
Eleonora, Henrico,—Nay, your good newes deserves a farewell.
Bust. A soldier's farewell, a fast hand and heart; Good fate to both. [Ex. Pedr. and Man.
Hen. Come, Elinor, let them discourse their Joyes For the safe fleete: in thee all my delights Embarke themselves.
Bust. Tush, lett 'em come; our shippes have brought with them The newes of warre.
Per. What is that, Gentlemen?
Ten. I am speaking of a fleete of Enemyes.
Per. From whence?
Ten. From England.