Yet who could brook to see a rival bear
The wreath that neither can deserve to wear!
Enter Prince and Arias.
Prince (to Arias). Even so?
Good. That he may not think ’twas out of malice,
I made my business trench upon his love,
Now that his love’s but Love-in-idleness,
I’ll occupy him still. Cesar!
Ces. My lord!
Prince. I had like to have forgot. ’Tis Monday, is ’t not?