Don Felix, you have well revenged yourself
Upon my vain ambition, speech delay’d,
And signs that you would not articulate;
But let my fate be as it will, may hers,
Hers, yea, and his whose life you link to hers,
Be so indissolubly prosperous,
That only death forget to envy them!
Farewell.
Fel. Farewell then: and remember, Cesar,
Let not this luckless business interrupt