LEL. Ah! do not show such indifference, but be a little more indulgent to my slight imprudence. Had this last misfortune not happened, you would have confessed that I did wonders, and that in this pretended decease I deceived everybody, and counterfeited grief so admirably that the most sharp-sighted would have been taken in.
MASC. Truly you have great reason to boast.
LEL. Oh! I am to blame, and I am willing to acknowledge it; but if ever you cared for my happiness, repair this mishap, and help me.
MASC. I kiss your hands, I cannot spare the time.
LEL. Mascarille, my dear boy!
MASC. No.
LEL. Do me this favour.
MASC. No, I will not.
LEL. If you are inflexible, I shall kill myself.
MASC. Do so—you may.