Prince. By the same means that I know his.
Ar. My lord,
My loyalty might be spared that taunt.
Prince. Ah, Arias, pardon me, I am put out,
But not with you, into whose faithful charge
I vest my love and honour confidently.
Enough, in what I am about to do
I mean no malice or ill play to Cesar:
’Tis but an idle curiosity:
And surely ’tis but fair, that if his Prince