As northern tempests, or the vexed bowels
Of too insulting waves, who at one blow
Five merchants’ wealths into the deep doth throw.
I’ll threaten crimson wars——
Rog. Aye, aye, that’s good;
Let them keep coin, pay tribute with their blood.
Spain. Farewell, then, Don Andrea; to thy charge.
Lords, let us in; joy shall be now our guest:
Let’s in to celebrate our second feast.
[Exeunt omnes, manet Lorenzo solus.