Bidding him be to-night under her lattice.
Prince. Under her lattice, while his Prince is left
Abroad; they two to whisper love together,
While he gnaws hopeless jealousy alone.
But why, forsooth, am I to be the victim?
If I can quench my love for Cesar’s sake,
Why not he his for me? Tell me, Don Arias,
Does Cesar know my passion?
Ar. How should he,
You having told the secret but to me?