The Wonder-Working Magician

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.

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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.

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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Scene VI.