Prince (to Arias apart). Well now, Don Arias.
Ar. At first much enraged against him, at last she yielded to his amorous excuses; and, finding Don Felix here, he has sent her a letter beseeching another meeting.
Prince. When?
Ar. This moment.
Prince. Who can doubt the upshot! I must contrive to thwart them. (Aloud.) But ere I hear your story, Arias, I must tell Don Felix what I was about to do as these gentlemen came in and interrupted me: that his sister was ill—had fainted—from some vexation or fright, as I think.
Fel. Anna?
Prince. So my sister told me. Had you not better see to her?
Fel. With your leave, my lord.
[Exit.
Prince (aside). And so, as I wished, prevent her answering, if not getting, the letter. (Aloud.) I will ask Nisida how it was.