SCA. (_coming back_). No, no; 'tis nothing.

GER. Could you not find out some means of saving me?

SCA. I can indeed think of one, but I should run the risk of a sound
beating.

GER. Ah! Scapin, show yourself a devoted servant. Do not forsake me,
I pray you.

SCA. I will do what I can. I feel for you a tenderness which renders
it impossible for me to leave you without help.

GER. Be sure that I will reward you for it, Scapin, and I promise
you this coat of mine when it is a little more worn.

SCA. Wait a minute. I have just thought, at the proper moment, of
the very thing to save you. You must get into this sack, and I....

GER. (_thinking he sees somebody_). Ah!

SCA. No, no, no, no; 'tis nobody. As I was saying, you must get in
here, and must be very careful not to stir. I will put you on my
shoulders, and carry you like a bundle of something or other. I
shall thus be able to take you through your enemies, and see you
safe into your house. When there, we will barricade the door and
send for help.

GER. A very good idea.