SCENE VIII.

_Enter Two Seville Merchants._

1ST MER. Our Duke Eugenio is safe return'd, Laden with trophies, spoils, and victories.

2D MER. Those Hectors, too, who launched forth for Tunis, Have shown their valour, and enrich'd their fortunes, Which languish'd in despair before this voyage, Above expectance; rich rixdollars are Sown like Pactolus' sand: their pockets cramm'd With Indian ore.

1ST MER. What will not prowess do, Where hope of honour, promise of reward, Or country's fame--th' attractiv'st lure of all-- Give spirit to men's actions?

2D MER. This appears Instanc'd in them to life:[172] for by their hazard, Successfully completed, foreign sails Ne'er came so richly fraughted.

1ST MER. It were well The rest of our stout myrmidons, whose courage Stands for the wall, or in a tavern quarrel Or an highway's surprise, to raise a stock To feed their debauch'd visits, were so employ'd It would secure our commerce.

2D MER. This good duke Will regulate, no doubt, his state-affairs With that composure, as no fruitless weed Shall promise to itself long nourishment Within the coast of Seville. What means this?

[_A noise of clarions, surdons, fifes, plausulets, within._

MESSENGER. The Duke's approaching in triumphant state.

HERALD. Make clear the way; room for his excellence! Never did Seville show more like herself Nor beautifi'd with a more graceful presence Since her foundation.