LEA. No, Octave, I will have him confess here on the spot the perfidy of which he is guilty. Yes, scoundrel, I know the trick you have played me; I have just been told of it. You did not think the secret would be revealed to me, did you? But I will have you confess it with your own lips, or I will run you through and through with my sword. SCA. Ah! Sir, could you really be so cruel as that? LEA. Speak, I say. SCA. I have done something against you, Sir? LEA. Yes, scoundrel! and your conscience must tell you only too well what it is. SCA. I assure you that I do not know what you mean. LEA. (_going towards_ SCAPIN _to strike him_). You do not know? OCT. (_keeping back_ LÉANDRE). Léandre! SCA. Well, Sir, since you will have it, I confess that I drank with some of my friends that small cask of Spanish wine you received as a present some days ago, and that it was I who made that opening in the cask, and spilled some water on the ground round it, to make you believe that all the wine had leaked out. LEA. What! scoundrel, it was you who drank my Spanish wine, and who suffered me to scold the servant so much, because I thought it was she who had played me that trick? SCA. Yes, Sir; I am very sorry, Sir. LEA. I am glad to know this. But this is not what I am about now. SCA. It is not that, Sir? LEA. No; it is something else, for which I care much more, and I will have you tell it me. SCA. I do not remember, Sir, that I ever did anything else. LEA. (_trying to strike_ SCAPIN). Will you speak? SCA. Ah! OCT. (_keeping back_ LÉANDRE). Gently. SCA. Yes, Sir; it is true that three weeks ago, when you sent me in the evening to take a small watch to the gypsy {Footnote: _Égyptienne_. Compare act v. scene ii. _Bohémienne_ is a more usual name.} girl you love, and I came back, my clothes spattered with mud and my face covered with blood, I told you that I had been attacked by robbers who had beaten me soundly and had stolen the watch from me. It is true that I told a lie. It was I who kept the watch, Sir. LEA. It was you who stole the watch? SCA. Yes, Sir, in order to know the time. LEA. Ah! you are telling me fine things; I have indeed a very faithful servant! But it is not this that I want to know of you. SCA. It is not this? LEA. No, infamous wretch! it is something else that I want you to confess. SCA. (_aside_). Mercy on me! LEA. Speak at once; I will not be put off. SCA. Sir, I have done nothing else. LEA. (_trying to strike_ SCAPIN). Nothing else? OCT. (_stepping between them_). Ah! I beg.... SCA. Well, Sir, you remember that ghost that six months ago cudgelled you soundly, and almost made you break your neck down a cellar, where you fell whilst running away? LEA. Well? SCA. It was I, Sir, who was playing the ghost. LEA. It was you, wretch! who were playing the ghost? SCA. Only to frighten you a little, and to cure you of the habit of making us go out every night as you did.