MASC. I shall go in and prepare the way.
LEL. Listen, Mascarille, there is only one thing that troubles me; suppose he should ask me to describe his son's countenance?
MASC. There is no difficulty in answering that! You know he was very little when he saw him last. Besides it is very likely that increase of years and slavery have completely changed him.
LEL. That is true. But pray, if he should remember my face, what must I do then?
MASC. Have you no memory at all? I told you just now, that he has merely seen you for a minute, that therefore you could only have produced a very transient impression on his mind; besides, your beard and dress disguise you completely.
LEL. Very well. But, now I think of it, what part of Turkey…?
MASC. It is all the same, I tell you, Turkey or Barbary.
LEL. But what is the name of the town I saw them in?
MASC. Tunis. I think he will keep me till night. He tells me it is useless to repeat that name so often, and I have already mentioned it a dozen times.
LEL. Go, go in and prepare matters; I want nothing more.