Master Secretary,
The Senate is about to sit, and crave
Your presence.

Gaspero:

What, so suddenly?

Messenger:

These Letters
Will shew the causes why.

Gaspero:

Heaven, thou art great,
And worthy to be thanked!

Melitus:

Your countenance, Sir,
Doth promise some good tidings.

Gaspero:

O the best
And happiest for this land that e'r was told!
All the _Venetian_ Forces are defeated.