Ar. I only know, my lord, that though Felix got home first, Lazaro got there somehow, somehow gave her the letter, and somehow got an answer.
Prince. Hast seen it?
Ar. Yes, my lord.
Prince. And—
Ar. She appoints another meeting this evening.
Prince. And I must myself despatch his work, so as to leave him free to-night! Oh Arias, what can I do more?
Ar. Cannot your Highness go there yourself, and so at least stop further advancement?
Prince. True, true; and yet I know not; it might be too suspicious. I must consider what shall be done;
And what more subtle engine I may try
Against these lovers’ ingenuity.