SCA. I am sure I don't know, Sir; it is an unpleasant business. I tremble for you from head to foot and.... Wait a moment.
(SCAPIN goes to see in the back of the stage if there is anybody coming.)
GER. (trembling). Well?
SCA. (coming back). No, no; 'tis nothing.
GER. Could you not find out some means of saving me?
SCA. I can indeed think of one, but I should run the risk of a sound beating.
GER. Ah! Scapin, show yourself a devoted servant. Do not forsake me, I pray you.
SCA. I will do what I can. I feel for you a tenderness which renders it impossible for me to leave you without help.
GER. Be sure that I will reward you for it, Scapin, and I promise you this coat of mine when it is a little more worn.
SCA. Wait a minute. I have just thought, at the proper moment, of the very thing to save you. You must get into this sack, and I....