You make all these signs in vain. What was it you said
to him?
MASC. Good Heavens! do not quarrel, or I shall leave you.
LEL. You shall not stir a step.
MASC. Oh!
LEL. Speak then; confess.
MASC. (_Whispering to Lelio_). Let me alone. I tell you it is a
stratagem.
LEL. Make haste; what was it you said? Clear up this dispute between us.
MASC. (_In a whisper to Lelio_). I said what I said. Pray do not
put yourself in a passion.
LEL. (_Drawing his sword_). I shall make you talk in another
strain.
LEAND. (_Stopping him_). Stay your hand a little; moderate your
ardour.
MASC. (_Aside_). Was there ever in the world a creature so dull of
understanding?
LEL. Allow me to wreak my just vengeance on him.
LEAND. It is rather too much to wish to chastise him in my presence.
LEL. What! have I no right, then, to chastise my own servant?
LEAND. What do you mean by saying "your servant?"
MASC. (_Aside_). He is at it again! He will discover all.
LEL. Suppose I had a mind to thrash him within an inch of his life, what
then? He is my own servant.
LEAND. At present he is mine.
LEL. That is an admirable joke. How comes he to be yours? Surely...
MASC. (_In a whisper_). Gently.
LEL.
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