Haste then, great king, to bless us with your presence.
Our scouts already watch the wish'd approach,
Which shall be welcom'd by the drums' dread rattle,
The cannons' thunder, and the trumpets' blast;
While I, in front of mighty myrmidons,
Receive my king in all the pomp of war.
Chro. Tell him I come; my flying steed prepare;
Ere thou art half on horseback I'll be there. [Exeunt.
Scene.—A Prison.
The King of the Antipodes discover'd sleeping on a couch. Enter Queen.