SCA. The best possible. You will see. (_Aside_) Ah! you shall
pay me for that lie.

GER. What?

SCA. I only say that your enemies will be finely caught. Get in
right to the bottom, and, above all things, be careful not to show
yourself and not to move, whatever may happen.

GER. You may trust me to keep still.

SCA. Hide yourself; here comes one of the bullies! He is looking
for you. (_Altering his voice_.) [Footnote: All the parts within
inverted commas are supposed to be spoken by the man Scapin
is personating; the rest by himself.] "Vat! I shall not hab de
pleasure to kill dis Geronte, and one vill not in sharity show me
vere is he?" (_To_ GERONTE, _in his ordinary tone_) Do not stir.
"Pardi! I vill find him if he lied in de mittle ob de eart"
(_To_ GERONTE, _in his natural tone_) Do not show yourself.
"Ho! you man vid a sack!" Sir! "I will give thee a pound if thou
vilt tell me where dis Geronte is." You are looking for Mr. Geronte?
"Yes, dat I am." And on what business, Sir? "For vat pusiness?"
Yes. "I vill, pardi! trash him vid one stick to dead." Oh! Sir, people
like him are not thrashed with sticks, and he is not a man to be
treated so. "Vat! dis fob of a Geronte, dis prute, dis cat." Mr. Geronte,
Sir, is neither a fop, a brute, nor a cad; and you ought, if you please,
to speak differently. "Vat! you speak so mighty vit me?" I am
defending, as I ought, an honourable man who is maligned. "Are
you one friend of dis Geronte?" Yes, Sir, I am. "Ah, ah! You are
one friend of him, dat is goot luck!" (_Beating the sack several