What are you whispering?
MASC. (_Aside_). Oh! the confounded blockhead. He is going to spoil
everything, He understands not one of my signs.
LEL. You are dreaming, Leander. You are telling me a pretty story! Is he
not my servant?
LEAND. Did you not discharge him from your service for some fault?
LEL. I do not know what this means.
LEAND. And did you not, in the violence of your passion, make his back
smart most unmercifully?
LEL. No such thing. I discharge him! cudgel him! Either you make a jest
of me, Leander, or he has been making a jest of you.
MASC. (_Aside_). Go on, go on, numskull; you will do your own
business effectually.
LEAND. (_To Mascarille_). Then all this cudgelling is purely
imaginary?
MASC. He does not know what he says; his memory...
LEAND. No, no; all these signs do not look well for you. I suspect some
prettily contrived trick here; but for the ingenuity of the invention,
go your ways, I forgive you. It is quite enough that I am undeceived,
and see now why you imposed upon me. I come off cheap, because I trusted
myself to your hypocritical zeal. A word to the wise is enough.
Farewell, Lelio, farewell; your most obedient servant.
SCENE V.--LELIO, MASCARILLE.
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