Plague on the monkey!
GRACIEUX (aside, laughing).
The devil take the cat!
LAFFEMAS (aside).
They have agreed
On what to do, if any one suspects.
'Tis a conspiracy. They'll all be dumb;
Accursed gypsy devils!
[To Gracieux who is going away.
GRACIEUX (turning around, with tragic tone).
What do you take me for, my lord?
What will the world think of us, pray, if you
Propose and I agree to anything
So infamous as sell for gold a life,
My soul? [Turns to go.
LAFFEMAS.
That's as you please; but give me back
My money!