Ces. I shall not survive it!
Prince. ‘That Donna Anna of Castelvi’—
Ces. ‘That Donna Anna’—I can write no more!
Prince. ‘Is such in birth, beauty, and wit’—
Ces. Oh, my lord, pardon me; but may I know
This letter’s destination?
Prince. Eh? to Flanders.
Why do you ask?
Ces. To Flanders! But, my lord,
Surely no Flemish courier leaves to-day,