[Exeunt Cesar and Lazaro.
Ar. Charged with two secrets,
One from my Prince, the other from my friend,
Each binding equally to silence, each
Equally the other’s revelation needing,
How shall I act, luckless embosomer
Of others’ bosoms! how decide between
Loyalty and love with least expense to both!
The Prince’s love is but this morning’s flower,
As yet unsunn’d on by his lady’s favour;