ALB. Who knocks?
MASC. A friend.
ALB. What brings you hither, Mascarille?
MASC. I come, sir, to wish you good-morning.
ALB. Hah! you really take a great deal of pains. Good-morning, then,
with all my heart. (_He goes in_).
MASC. The answer is short and sweet. What a blunt old fellow he is.
(_Knocks_).
ALB. What, do you knock again?
MASC. You have not heard me, sir.
ALB. Did you not wish me good-morning?
MASC. I did.
ALB. Well, then, good morning I say. (_Is going; Mascarille stops him_).
MASC. But I likewise come to pay Mr. Polydore's compliments to you.
ALB. Oh! that is another thing. Has your master ordered you to give his
compliments to me?
MASC. Yes.
ALB. I am obliged to him; you may go; tell him I wish him all kind of
happiness. (_Exit_).
MASC. This man is an enemy to all ceremony. (_Knocks_). I have not
finished, sir, giving you his whole message; he has a favour to request
of you.
ALB. Well, whenever he pleases, I am at his service.
MASC. (_Stopping him_). Stay, and allow me to finish in two words.
He desires to have a few minutes' conversation with you about an
important affair, and he will come hither.
ALB. Hey! what affair can that be which makes him wish to have some
conversation with me?
MASC. A great secret, I tell you, which he has but just discovered, and
which, no doubt, greatly concerns you both. And now I have delivered my
message.