Scene II.—The Sea-shore. Naples illuminated is seen in the distance.
Enter Prince Angelo.
Angelo.
Is not this place secure? The very air
Is drunk with joy, and goads my weary ear
With the loud peal from every steeple's point,
Commixed with human voices: happiness
Seems overflowing from the breasts of all.
The half-starved beggar in the streets forgets
The pangs of hunger, waves his ragged cap
Aloft, and shouts, joy! joy! The song and dance
Go gaily round; and mocking Heaven's bright stars,
Comets and streams of fire ascend from earth.
Why, in the general felicity,
Am I not also blest? I have no friend
To soothe my sorrows; no soft tender breast
Whereon to rest my aching head; no smile
Greets my approach; no gentle voice essays
