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SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL.
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My royal city to the skies sent up
From her illumined fanes and towers a voice
Of gladness, welcoming our first return
From Afric's coast. Speak thou, Gonzalez, ask
The cause of this rejoicing. To my heart
Deep feelings rush, so mingled and so fast,
My voice per chance might tremble.
Gonzal.Citizen,
What festal night is this, that all your streets
Are thronged and glittering thus?
1st Cit.Hast thou not heard
Of the king's entry, in triumphal pomp,
This very morn?
Gonzal.The King! triumphal pomp!
Thy words are dark.
Sebast.Speak yet again, mine ears
Ring with strange sounds. Again!
1st Cit.I said, the King,
Philip of Spain, and now of Portugal,
This morning entered with a conqueror's train
