[Exit.
Ces. What did you tell the Prince to draw this new trouble on me?
Ar. Ay, even so. Blame him who has been even lying in your service. Look you now, the Prince told me he had overheard the names ‘Don Felix’ and ‘Donna Anna’ between us as we came in talking; and, tethered to that, I was obliged to drag this fainting fit into the service.
Ces. Oh, if Felix find Lazaro at his house!
Ar. Fear not, anxiety will carry him home faster than a letter Lazaro.
Ces. Alas! that the revival of my joy
Is the revival of a fresh annoy;
And that the remedy I long’d to seize
Must slay me faster than the old disease.
[Exeunt.