So while the world her wonted journey keeps,
Lazarus chuckles while poor Dives weeps.
Enter Cesar.
Ces. Lazaro, I waited till the Prince was gone.
Listen to me. Don Felix has betroth’d
His sister to another, not to me;
He will not tell me whom, nor does it matter:
All ill alike. But out of this despair
I’ll pluck the crown that hope could never reach.
There is no time to lose; this very night