LEL. Oh!
ANS. That merciless foe would not loosen one grip of his murderous
teeth, however we may entreat him. Everybody must feel them.
LEL. Oh!
MASC. Your preaching will all be in vain; this sorrow is too deep-rooted
to be plucked up.
ANS. If, notwithstanding all these arguments, you will not cast aside
your grief, at least, my dear Lelio, endeavour to moderate it.
LEL. Oh!
MASC. He will not moderate it; I know his temper.
ANS. However, according to your servant's message, I have brought you
the money you want, so that you might celebrate your father's funeral
obsequies!
LEL. Oh! oh!
MASC. How his grief increases at these words! It will kill him to think
of his misfortune.
ANS. I know you will find by the good man's books that I owe him a much
larger sum, but even if I should not owe anything, you could freely
command my purse. Here it is; I am entirely at your service, and will
show it.
LEL. (_Going away_). Oh!
MASC. How full of grief is my master!
ANS. Mascarille, I think it right he should give me some kind of receipt
under his hand.
MASC. Oh!
ANS. Nothing in this world is certain.
MASC. Oh! oh!
ANS. Get him to sign me the receipt I require.
MASC.
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