MASC. I am completely in your power,
ERAS. Ha! Gros-René.
GR.-RE. Sir?
ERAS, I contradict a story, which I much fear is but too true. (To
Mascarille). You wanted to run away.
MASC. Not in the least.
ERAS. What! Lucile is married to…
MASC. No, sir, I was only joking.
ERAS. Hey! you were joking, you wretch?
MASC. No, I was not joking.
ERAS. Is it true then?