Chapter 6

MOSCON, CLARIN.

MOSCON. Has your worship heard our master Now is gone to pay a visit To Justina?

CLARIN. Yes, my lord. But what matter if he didn't?

MOSCON. Matter quite enough, your worship; He has no business there.

CLARIN. Why, prithee?

MOSCON. Why? because I die for Livia, Who is maid to this Justina, And I wouldn't have even the sun Get a glimpse of her through the window.

CLARIN. Well, that's good; but, for a lady, To contend were worse than silly, Whom I mean to make my wife.

MOSCON. Excellent, faith! the fancy tickles Quite my fancy. Let her say Who it is that annoys or nicks her To a nicety. Let's go see her, And she'll choose.

CLARIN. A good idea!-- Though I fear she'll pitch on you.

MOSCON. Have you then that wise suspicion?

CLARIN. Yes; for always these same Livias Choose the worst, th'ungrateful minxes.* [Exeunt.

[footnote] *The 'asonante' versification in 'i-e', which has been kept up through these six scenes, ends here. The seventh scene commences in rhymed five-line stanzas, which change to the asonante in e-e, at the beginning of Lysander's long speech.

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