ARG. I forgive you; die in peace, Scapin.
SCA. (to GÉRONTE). It is you, Sir, I have offended the most, because of the beating with the cudgel which I....
GER. Leave that alone.
SCA. I feel in dying an inconceivable grief for the beating which I....
GER. Ah me! be silent.
SCA. That unfortunate beating that I gave....
GER. Be silent, I tell you; I forgive you everything.
SCA. Alas! how good you are. But is it really with all your heart that you forgive me the beating which I...?
GER. Yes, yes; don't mention it. I forgive you everything. You are punished.
SCA. Ah! Sir, how much better I feel for your kind words.