SCENE IX.—ALBERT, METAPHRASTUS.
(Albert rings a bell in the ears of Metaphrastus, and drives him off).
MET. Mercy on me! Help! help!
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ACT III.
SCENE I.—MASCARILLE, alone.
Heaven sometimes favours a bold design; we must get out of a bad business as well as we can. As for me, after having imprudently talked too much, the quickest remedy I could employ was to go on in the same way, and immediately to tell to our old master the whole intrigue. His son is a giddy-brained mortal, who worries me; but if the other tells what I have discovered to him, then I had better take care, for I shall get a beating. However, before his fury can be kindled, some lucky thing may happen to us, and the two old men may arrange the business between themselves. That is what I am going to attempt; without losing a moment I must, by my master's order, go and see Albert. (Knocks at Albert's door).