SCENE II.--LELIO, _alone_.
When I do not stand in need of him he cringes, but now, because he very
well knows of how much use he is to me, his familiarity indulges in such
remarks as he just now made. I shall bask in the sunshine of those
beautiful eyes, which hold me in so sweet a captivity, and, without
hindrance, depict in the most glaring colours the tortures I feel. I
shall then know my fate.... But here they are.
SCENE III.--TRUFALDIN, LELIO, MASCARILLE.
TRUF. Thanks, righteous heaven, for this favourable turn of my fortune!
MASC. You are the man to see visions and dream dreams, since you prove
how untrue is the saying that dreams are falsehoods.
[Footnote: In French there is a play on words between _songes_,
dreams, and _mensonges_, falsehoods, which cannot be rendered into
English.]
TRUF. How can I thank you? what returns can I make you, sir? You, whom I
ought to style the messenger sent from Heaven to announce my happiness!
LEL. These compliments are superfluous; I can dispense with them.
TRUF. (_To Mascarille_). I have seen somebody like this Armenian,
but I do not know where.
MASC. That is what I was saying, but one sees surprising likenesses
sometimes.
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