Now sit and laugh our regiment<17> to scorn;
And that which might resolve<18> me into tears,
Men from the farthest equinoctial line
Have swarm'd in troops into the Eastern India,
Lading their ships<19> with gold and precious stones,
And made their spoils from all our provinces.

MENAPHON. This should entreat your highness to rejoice,
Since Fortune gives you opportunity
To gain the title of a conqueror
By curing of this maimed empery.
Afric and Europe bordering on your land,
And continent to your dominions,
How easily may you, with a mighty host,
Pass<20> into Graecia, as did Cyrus once,
And cause them to withdraw their forces home,
Lest you<21> subdue the pride of Christendom!
[Trumpet within.]

COSROE. But, Menaphon, what means this trumpet's sound?

MENAPHON. Behold, my lord, Ortygius and the rest
Bringing the crown to make you emperor!

Re-enter ORTYGIUS and CENEUS,<22> with others, bearing a
crown.

ORTYGIUS. Magnificent and mighty prince Cosroe,
We, in the name of other Persian states<23>
And commons of this mighty monarchy,