The Impostures of Scapin by Molière
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GER. (_as above_). A man without conscience, a thief. SCA. Leave that to me. GER. (_as above_). That.... SCA. All right. GER. (_as above_). And that, if ever I catch him, he will pay for it. SCA. Yes. GER. (_putting back the purse in his pocket_). Go, go quickly, and fetch my son. SCA. (_running after him_). Hallo! Sir. GER. Well? SCA. And the money? GER. Did I not give it to you? SCA. No, indeed, you put it back in pour pocket. GER. Ah! it is grief which troubles my mind. SCA. So I see. |
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