MASC. Truly you have great reason to boast.
LEL. Oh! I am to blame, and I am willing to acknowledge it; but if ever
you cared for my happiness, repair this mishap, and help me.
MASC. I kiss your hands, I cannot spare the time.
LEL. Mascarille, my dear boy!
MASC. No.
LEL. Do me this favour.
MASC. No, I will not.
LEL. If you are inflexible, I shall kill myself.
MASC. Do so--you may.
LEL. Can I not soften your hard heart?
MASC. No.
LEL. Do you see my sword ready drawn?
MASC. Yes.
LEL. I am going to stab myself.
MASC. Do just what you please.
LEL. Would you not regret to be the cause of my death?
MASC. No.
LEL. Farewell, Mascarille.
MASC. Good bye, Master Lelio.
LEL. What...?
MASC. Kill yourself quick. You are a long while about it.
LEL. Upon my word, you would like me to play the fool and kill myself,
so that you might get hold of my clothes.
MASC. I knew all this was nothing but a sham; whatever people may swear
they will do, they are not so hasty now-a-days in killing themselves.
SCENE VIII.--TRUFALDIN, LEANDER, LELIO, MASCARILLE.
(_Trufaldin taking Leander aside and whispering to him_).
LEL. What do I see? my rival and Trufaldin together! He is going to buy
Celia.
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