_Cesario_. See, they near!
Galley on galley--look, there, by the point!

_Regent_. O, could my heart keep tally with the surge
That here comes crowding!

_Lucetta_. Joy, my lady! Joy!

_All_. Joy! Joy, my lady!

_[They press flowers on her. A pause, while they
watch. On the canal the galleys come into
sight. They near: and as the oars rise and
fall, the rowers' chorus is borne from the distance.
It is the Rondinello song_

_Chorus in Distance. La lundananza tua, 'l desiderio mio!_

_Regent_. Thanks, my good, good friends!
And deem it not discourteous if alone
I'd tune my heart to bliss.
My glass, Lucetta!

_[Takes mirror.]_

Some thoughts there are--some thoughts----

_Courtiers_. God save you, madam!