SCENE VI.[1664

[_Enter_] MOSCA, BONARIO.

_Mos._ Sir, here conceal’d [_Opening a door_] you may hear all. But, pray you, Have patience, sir; [_One knocks._] the same’s your father knocks: I am compell’d to leave you. [_Exit._]

_Bon._ Do so.—Yet Cannot my thought imagine this a truth. [_Goes in._]