You shall not find me here.’ ‘Nay, but my love,
Anna! my lady! hear me!’ Oh confusion,
Did they observe?
Prince (aside to Arias). How ill, Don Arias,
Poor Cesar hides his heart—
Ar. Ev’n now he tries
The mask again.
Prince. Indeed I pity him,
Losing one golden opportunity;
But may not I be pitied too, who never