The lover I sigh for how soon would I find![3]
Ces. Not an ill voice!
Fel. Nay, very good.
Prince. How sweetly
Sweet words, sweet air, sweet voice, atone together!
Arias, might we not on this sweet singer
Try Lazaro’s metal and mettle? you shall see.
Lazaro!
Laz. My lord!
Prince. I never go abroad