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Scene III.
A Room in the Palace.—The Prince and Don Felix, discovered at the back of the stage.Fel.
Why is your Highness sad?
Prince.
Not sad, Don Felix:
Oh would it were some certain shape of sorrow
That I might grapple with, not a vague host
Of undefin'd emotions! Oh how oft
The patching up of but a single seam,
Opens a hundred others! Lucky he
Who can to disenchantment bare his eyes
Once and for all, and in oblivion
Shut up vain hope for ever!
Enter Cesar, Arias, and Lazaro, in front.
Ces.
(to Arias as they enter).
And so at last was satisfied.
Ar.
His Highness and Don Felix.
Ces.
I am sure that he who profits not by opportunity
scarce covets it enough. Taking advantage of the cleared
heaven, I have here written my lady, asking her when she
will give me the meeting she promised; Lazaro, take the
letter: Don Felix here, you can easily deliver it.
Laz.
I'll feign an errand, and so get into the house.
[Exit.
Fel.
(to Prince).
Cesar and Arias, my lord.
Prince.
I know their business. Oh what a tempest does
every breeze from that quarter raise in my bosom! Well,
gentlemen?
Ar.
Cesar, my lord, was telling me—
Prince.
About his melancholy studies still? Pray tell me.
Ces.
Nay, my lord, all melancholy flies from the sunshine
of your presence.
Prince.
What then?
Ces.
I still distrust myself; Don Arias must, my lord,
answer for me.
Prince.
Don Arias, then?
Ar.
(aside).
Fresh confidence should bind me his anew.
But comes too late.
Ces.
(aside to Arias).
Be careful what you say.
Ar.
Trust me.
(Cesar retires.)
Prince.
(to Arias apart).
Well now, Don Arias.
Ar.
At first much enraged against him, at last she yielded
to his amorous excuses; and, finding Don Felix here, he
has sent her a letter beseeching another meeting.
When?
Ar.
This moment.
Prince.
Who can doubt the upshot! I must contrive to
thwart them.
(Aloud.)
But ere I hear your story, Arias, I
must tell Don Felix what I was about to do as these gentlemen
came in and interrupted me: that his sister was ill—
had fainted—from some vexation or fright, as I think.
Fel.
Anna?
Prince.
So my sister told me. Had you not better see to
her?
Fel.
With your leave, my lord.
[Exit.
Prince.
(aside).
And so, as I wished, prevent her answering,
if not getting, the letter.
(Aloud.)
I will ask Nisida how
it was.
[Exit.
Ces.
What did you tell the Prince to draw this new trouble
on me?
Ar.
Ay, even so. Blame him who has been even lying
in your service. Look you now, the Prince told me he had
overheard the names “Don Felix” and “Donna Anna” between
us as we came in talking; and, tethered to that, I
was obliged to drag this fainting fit into the service.
Ces.
Oh, if Felix find Lazaro at his house!
Ar.
Fear not, anxiety will carry him home faster than a
letter Lazaro.
Ces.
Alas that the revival of my joy
Is the revival of a fresh annoy;
And that the remedy I long'd to seize
Must slay me faster than the old disease.
[Exeunt.
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