Moore. You're very pleasant, sir; but tell me this,
When did you see her, that you speak of her?
Pis. I? late yesternight, when she came here to bed.
Moore. You are deceived; my daughter lay not here,
But watch'd with her sick mother all last night.
Pis. I am glad you are so pleasant, Master Moore;
You're loth that Susan should be held a sluggard.
What, man, 'twas late before she went to bed,
And therefore time enough to rise again.
Moore. Master Pisaro, do you flout your friends?
I well perceive, if I had troubled you,
I should have had it in my dish ere now.
Susan lie here? I'm sure when I came forth,
I left her fast asleep in bed at home.
'Tis more than neighbourhood to use me thus.
Pis. Abed at your house? tell me I am mad.
Did not I let her in a-doors myself,
Spoke to her, talk'd with her, and canvass'd with her?
And yet she lay not here! What say you, sirrah?
Anth. She did, she did: I brought her to her chamber.
Moore. I say he lies, that saith so, in his throat.
Anth. Mass, now I remember me, I lie indeed.
Pis. O, how this frets me! Frisco, what say you?