_Pedr_. May we at our returne meet no worse newes
Then now at parting. My noble _Don Fernando_
And _Teniente_, once more farewell, (my daughter, I hope)

_Eleonora, Henrico_,--Nay, your good newes deserves a farewell.

_Bust_. A soldier's farewell, a fast hand and heart;
Good fate to both.
[_Ex. Pedr. and Man_.

_Hen_. Come, _Elinor_, let them discourse their Joyes
For the safe fleete: in thee all my delights
Embarke themselves.

_Bust_. Tush, lett 'em come; our shippes have brought with them
The newes of warre.

_Per_. What is that, Gentlemen?

_Ten_. I am speaking of a fleete of Enemyes.

_Per_. From whence?

_Ten_. From _England_.

_Fer_. A castle in the ayre.

_Ten_. Doe you not believe it?

_Fer_. I heard such a report,