Ar. I err’d, my lord; but all shall yet be well.
But hush! Don Cesar comes.
Prince. Make out of him
How sits the wind of love. Behind this screen
I’ll listen. (Hides.)
Enter Cesar.
Ar. Well, Don Cesar?
Ces. Nay, ill, Don Cesar!
Misfortune on misfortune! ev’n good fortune
Forswears her nature but to scowl on me!