Marzio—Get away with your nonsense.
Ridolfo—I assure you, it hasn't struck seven yet.
Marzio—Get out, stupid.
Ridolfo—You abuse me without reason, sir.
Marzio—I counted the strokes just now, and I tell you it is nine. Besides, look at my watch: it never goes wrong. [Shows it.]
Ridolfo—Very well, then; if your watch is never wrong,—it says a quarter to seven.
Marzio—What? That can't be. [Takes out his eye-glass and looks.]
Ridolfo—What do you say?
Marzio—My watch is wrong. It is nine o'olock. I heard it.
Ridolfo—Where did you buy that watch?