SIL. Here is your father coming.

OCT. Oh heavens! I am lost.




SCENE V.--SCAPIN, SILVESTRE.

SCA. Stop, Octave; stop. He's off. What a poor specimen it is! Let's
wait for the old man all the same.

SIL. What shall I tell him?

SCA. Leave him to me; only follow me.




SCENE VI.--ARGANTE, SCAPIN, SILVESTRE (_at the further part of the
stage_).

ARG. (_thinking himself alone_). Did anyone ever hear of such an
action?

SCA. (_to_ SILVESTRE). He has already heard of the affair, and
is so struck by it that, although alone, he speaks aloud about it.

ARG. (_thinking himself alone_). Such a bold thing to do.