LUC. What ought I to have confessed?
MASC. What? Why, what has passed between my master and you. A fine joke, indeed!
LUC. Why, what has passed between your master and me, impudent wretch?
MASC. You ought, I think, to know that better than I; you passed that night too agreeably, to make us believe you could forget it so soon.
LUC. Father, we have too long borne with the insolence of an impudent lackey. (Gives him a box on the ear).
SCENE X.—ALBERT, VALÈRE, MASCARILLE.
MASC. I think she gave me a box on the ear.
ALB. Be gone! rascal, villain! Her father approves the way in which she has made her hand felt upon your cheek.
MASC. May be so; yet may the devil take me if I said anything but what was true!
ALB. And may I lose an ear if you carry on this impudence any further!