Anna. God keep your Highness.
[Exit.
Prince. Don Felix, will you attend your sister?
Felix. I only stay to thank your Highness, (both as subject and as servant,) for all the honour that you do us; may Heaven so prolong your life that even oblivion herself—
Prince. Nay, truce to compliment: your sister will not of my company, unless under your proxy. So farewell. (Exit Felix.) Is there a greater nuisance than to have such windy nonsense stuff’d into one’s ears, when delight is vanished from the eyes!
Enter Arias.
But, Don Arias! You have seen Cesar?
Ar. Yes, my lord; but ere I tell you about him, would know how far this last interview with Donna Anna has advanced your love.
Prince. Oh Arias, Arias, my love for her
So blends with my solicitude for him,