The Impostures of Scapin by Molière
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GER. Here I am. SCA. (_as before_). He must have hidden himself in some place which nobody can guess. GER. (_stopping_ SCAPIN _again_). Ho! I say, are you blind? Can't you see me? SCA. Ah! Sir, it is impossible to find you. GER. I have been near you for the last half-hour. What is it all about? SCA. Sir.... GER. Well! SCA. Your son, Sir.... GER. Well! My son.... SCA. Has met with the strangest misfortune you ever heard of. GER. What is it? SCA. This afternoon I found him looking very sad about something which you had said to him, and in which you had very improperly mixed my name. While trying: to dissipate his sorrow, we went and walked about in the harbour. There, among other things, was to be seen a |
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