And meet his kind looks with a look as kind,
Whatever cloud be on the heart within:
If not your friend, Don Cesar, as your servant
Let me implore you.
Ces. Oh, Don Arias,
I kiss his Highness’ feet, and your kind hands
That bring his favours to me: and to each
Will answer separately. First, to him;—
Tell him I daily pray that Heav’n so keep
His life, that Time, on which his years are strung,