Much for his sake. But tell me, Arias,
Knows Anna of his passion?
Ar. Yes, my lord,
And answers it with hers.
Prince. Oh wretched fate!
Desperate ere jealous—jealous ere in love!
If Cesar but loved her, I could, methinks,
Have pardon’d, even have advanced his suit
By yielding up my own. But that she loves,
Blows rivalry into full blaze again.