NÉRINE. SILVESTRE, CARLE, SCAPIN.
SCA. (_brought in by some men, his head wrapped up, as if he were
wounded_). Oh, oh! gentlemen, you see me.... Oh! You see me in a
sad state. Oh! I would not die without coming to ask forgiveness
of all those I may have offended. Oh! Yes, gentlemen, before I give
up the ghost, I beseech you to forgive me all I have done amiss, and
particularly Mr. Argante and Mr. Géronte. Oh!
ARG. I forgive you; die in peace, Scapin.
SCA. (_to_ GÉRONTE). It is you, Sir, I have offended the most,
because of the beating with the cudgel which I....
GER. Leave that alone.
SCA. I feel in dying an inconceivable grief for the beating which
I....
GER. Ah me! be silent.
SCA. That unfortunate beating that I gave....
GER. Be silent, I tell you; I forgive you everything.
SCA. Alas! how good you are. But is it really with all your heart
that you forgive me the beating which I...?
GER. Yes, yes; don't mention it. I forgive you everything. You are
punished.
SCA. Ah! Sir, how much better I feel for your kind words.
GER. Yes, I forgive you; but on one condition, that you die.
SCA. How! Sir?
GER. I retract my words if you recover.
SCA. Oh! oh! all my pains are coming hack.
ARG. Mr. Géronte, let us forgive him without any condition, for we
are all so happy.
GER. Well, be it so.
ARG. Let us go to supper, and talk of our happiness.
SCA. And you, take me to the end of the table; it is there I will
await death.
End of Project Gutenberg's The Impostures of Scapin, by (Poquelin) Moliere