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Scene XVI.
Cyprian, Moscon, and Clarin.Cyprian
(aside).
What is this, O heavens! I hear?
Can it be the two are jealous
Of each other at one time?
And I too of both together?—
Doubtless from some strange delusion
The two suffer, which I welcome
With a sort of satisfaction,
For to it I am indebted
For the fact of their desisting
From their suit and their pretension.—
Moscon, have for me by morning
A rich court-suit; sword and feathers,
Clarin, be thy care; for love
In a certain airy splendour
Takes delight; for now no longer
Books or studies give me pleasure;—
Love they say doth murder mind,
Learning dies when he is present.
[Exeunt.
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