his I know, and know no more,
This I feel in all my strait;
Heavens! Justina is my fate!
Heavens! Justina I adore!--
Moscon.

MOSCON. Sir.

CYPRIAN. Inquire, I pray,
If Lysander's in.

MOSCON. I fly.

CLARIN. No, sir, no. On me rely,--
Moscon can't go there to-day.

CYPRIAN. Ever wrangling in this way,
How ye both my patience try!
Why can he not go? Say why?

CLARIN. Because to-day is not his day.
Mine it is, sir, to his sorrow.
So your message I will bear.
Moscon can't to-day go there;
He will have his turn to-morrow.

CYPRIAN. What new madness can this be
Which your usual feud doth show?
But now neither of you go,
Since in all her brilliancy
Comes Justina.

CLARIN. From the street
To her house she goes.

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SCENE II.

Enter JUSTINA and LIVIA, veiled.--CYPRIAN, MOSCON, and CLARIN.

JUSTINA. Ah, me!
Cyprian's here. [Aside to her.] See, Livia, see!

CYPRIAN [aside]. I must strive and be discreet,
Feigning with a ready wit,
Till my jealousy I can prove.
I will only speak of love,
If my jealousy will permit.
Not in vain, senora sweet,--
Have I changed my student's dress,
The livery of thy loveliness,
As a servant at thy feet,
Thus I wear. If sighs could move thee
I would labour to deserve thee;
Give me leave at least to serve thee,
Since thou wilt not let me love thee.

JUSTINA. Slight effect, sir, as I see,
Have my words produced on you,
Since they have not brought....

CYPRIAN. Too true!

JUSTINA. A forgetfulness of me.
In what way must I explain
Clearer than I have done before,
That persistence at my door
Is and ever must be vain?
If a day, a month, a year,
If for ages there you stay,
Naught but this that now I say
Ever can you hope to hear.
As it were my latest breath,
Let this sad assurance move thee,--
Fate forbids that I should love thee,
Cyprian, except in death.
[She moves towards the house.

CYPRIAN. At these words my hopes revive:--
Sad! no, no, to joy they move me,
For if thou in death canst love me,
Soon for me will death arrive.
Be it so; and since so nig