Scene III.—A Corridor in the Palace.
Enter Prince, Don Felix, Donna Anna, and train.
Prince. I must show you the way.
Anna. Your Highness must not do yourself so great indignity.
Prince. To the bounds at least of my sister’s territory.
Anna. Nay, my lord, that were undue courtesy.
Prince. What courtesy, madam, can be undue from any man to any lady?
Anna. When that lady is your subject, whom your very condescension dazzles to her own discomfiture.
Prince. What, as the morning star dazzles the sun whom he precedes as petty harbinger? If I obey you ’tis that I fear my own extinction in your rays. Adieu.