But yet say on.
Ar. His Highness bids me say
That if your sadness rise from any sense
Of straiten’d power, whatever residue
Of princely rule he hitherto reserved,
He gives into your hands; as sov’reign lord
To govern his dominions as your own.
Thus far his Highness. For myself, Don Cesar,
Having no other realm to lord you of
Than a true heart, I’d have you think betimes,