MASC. Once more, I tell you, begone! I will set about it. (Exit Lelio). Let us manage this well; it will be a most exquisite piece of roguery; if it succeeds, as I think it must. We'll try….But here comes the very man I want.
SCENE IX.—PANDOLPHUS, MASCARILLE.
PAND. Mascarille!
MASC. Sir?
PAND. To tell you the truth, I am very dissatisfied with my son.
MASC. With my master? You are not the only one who complains of him. His bad conduct which has grown unbearable in everything, puts me each moment out of patience.
PAND. I thought, however, you and he understood one another pretty well.
MASC. I? Believe it not, sir. I am always trying to put him in mind of his duty: we are perpetually at daggers drawn. Just now we had a quarrel again about his engagement with Hippolyta, which, I find he is very averse to. By a most disgraceful refusal he violates all the respect due to a father.
PAND. A quarrel?
MASC. Yes, a quarrel, and a desperate one too.