Fel. Oh, my sister!
But who comes here?
Enter Cesar and Lazaro.
Ces. (giving the letter). I, Felix. This must be
My warrant—from the Prince. Oh misery!
Fel. I thank you, Cesar. (Reads.) ‘Because happiness is the less welcome when anticipated, I have hitherto withheld from you, that he to whom I have engaged your sister’s hand, is—Don Cesar! in whom unites all that man or woman can desire. If the man lives who can deserve such glory, it is he. Farewell.’
Ces. Great Heav’n!
Fel. Nay, read the letter.
Enter Prince, Nisida, Arias, and Train.
Prince. He shall not need,