Her cold heart be moved to pity!
[Exit.

LELIUS. Love, my hopes with laurels crown
When they are to her submitted!
[Exit.

CYPRIAN. Further mischief or misfortune,
Grant me, heaven, that I may hinder!
[Exit.

* * * * *

SCENE VI.

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.

* * * * *

SCENE VII.

A HALL IN THE HOUSE OF LYSANDER.

Enter JUSTINA and LYSANDER.

JUSTINA. Consolation, sir, is vain,
After what I've seen to-day:
The whole city, madly gay,
Error-blinded and insane,
Consecrating shrine and fane
To an image, which I know,
Cannot be a god, although
Some demoniac power may pass,
Making breathe the silent brass
As a proof that it is so.

LYSANDER. Fair Justina, thou indeed,
Wert not who thou art, if thou
Didst not weep as thou dost now,
Didst not in thy pure heart bleed
For what Christ's divinest creed
Suffers on this sinful day.

JUSTINA. Thus my lineage I display:--
For thy child I could not be,
Could I without weeping see
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