The pockets of that dress were very large
And empty.
Ces. They shall be well lined. Don Arias!
Enter Don Arias.
Ar. Ay, Cesar, Arias coming to complain
On his own score, and that of one far greater.
Ces. A solemn preamble. But for the charge,
And him who heads it.
Ar. The Prince, our common Lord,
Who much perplext and troubled too, Don Cesar,