And we shall smile in the fair light of heaven
In happier days. (Exit, followed by her Attendants.
CONJUROR (looking at his reward).
But goes she not far happier than she came?
Have I not earn'd it well?
Re-enter Petronius.
PETRONIUS.
What! harbour such poor scruples in a breast
So exercised in a trade like this?
Fye on't! But if thy conscience is so nice,
Know that thou had in all good likelihood
Predicted truly; and her lord and husband
Shall be still, as thou say'st, this city's lord.
CONJUROR.
PETRONIUS.
Much has the sultan of Valeria heard;
And, with the future beauties of his palace,
His fancy, in the most distinguish'd rank,
Already places her. Thou wilt ere long,
I can foretel by certain fleeting shapes
Which at this moment dance before mine eyes,
A favour'd, famous, courtly prophet be.
