MASC. (_Aside_). Hallo! Is this not my mad-cap master? He will make
another blunder.
LEL. Who would have known him in this grotesque dress? Come hither,
Mascarille, you are welcome.
MASC. I am a man of honour; I am not Mascarille, I never debauched any
married or unmarried woman.
[Footnote: Mascarille answers in his gibberish, "Moi non point
_Masquerille_," an allusion to _maquerelle_ a female pander;
hence his further remarks.]
LEL. What funny gibberish! It is really very good!
MASC. Go about your business, and do not laugh at me.
LEL. You can take off your dress; recognise your master.
MASC. Upon my word! by all the saints, I never knew you!
LEL. Everything is settled, disguise yourself no longer.
MASC. If you do not go away I will give you a slap in the face.
LEL. Your Swiss jargon is needless, I tell you, for we are agreed, and
his generosity lays me under an obligation. I have all I can wish for;
you have no reason to be under any farther apprehension.
MASC. If you are agreed, by great good luck, I will no longer play the
Swiss, and become myself again.
AND. This valet of yours serves you with much zeal; stay a little; I
will return presently.