Of maddening jealousy. To find ’twas you
Relieved me entirely.
R.Nay then, truly, sir,
I owe you apology: for if your mistress
Should have mistook my falala for yours,
The poor performance may have hurt your credit.
N. Nay, sir, I sing so seldom, I only fear
I cannot be suspected. If I might
I’d ask you sing again. There’s nought affects me
Like music in the moonlight.