Weeping for that I never can attain:
I will forget what I must needs forgo,
And turn to other—
Laz. (to Arias). Pray, sir, pardon me;
But pri’thee say no more to him just now;
It brings on such a giddiness.
Ar. Alas!
But can I be of service?
Laz. Only, sir,
By saying nothing more.