LEA. I will remember in proper time and place all I have just heard. But I'll have you speak about the present matter, and tell me what it is you said to my father. SCA. What I said to your father? LEA. Yes, scoundrel! to my father. SCA. Why, I have not seen him since his return! LEA. You have not seen him? SCA. No, Sir. LEA. Is that the truth? SCA. The perfect truth; and he shall tell you so himself. LEA. And yet it was he himself who told me. SCA. With your leave, Sir, he did not tell you the truth. SCENE VI.--LÉANDRE, OCTAVE, CARLE, SCAPIN. CAR. Sir, I bring you very bad news concerning your love affair. LEA. What is it now? CAR. The gypsies are on the point of carrying off Zerbinette. She came herself all in tears to ask me to tell you that, unless you take to them, before two hours are over, the money they have asked you for her, she will be lost to you for ever. LEA. Two hours? CAR. Two hours. SCENE VII.--LÉANDRE, OCTAVE, SCAPIN. LEA. Ah! my dear Scapin, I pray you to help me. SCA. (_rising and passing proudly before_ LÉANDRE). Ah! my dear Scapin! I am my dear Scapin, now that I am wanted. LEA. I will forgive you all that you confessed just now, and more also. SCA. No, no; forgive me nothing; run your sword through and through my body. I should be perfectly satisfied if you were to kill me. LEA. I beseech you rather to give me life by serving my love. SCA. Nay, nay; better kill me. LEA. You are too dear to me for that. I beg of you to make use for me of that wonderful genius of yours which can conquer everything. SCA. Certainly not. Kill me, I tell you. LEA. Ah! for mercy's sake, don't think of that now, but try to give me the help I ask. OCT. Scapin, you must do something to help him. SCA. How can I after such abuse? LEA. I beseech you to forget my outburst of temper, and to make use of your skill for me. OCT. I add my entreaties to his. SCA. I cannot forget such an insult. OCT. You must not give way to resentment, Scapin. LEA. Could you forsake me, Scapin, in this cruel extremity? SCA. To come all of a sudden and insult me like that. LEA. I was wrong, I acknowledge. SCA. To call me scoundrel, knave, infamous wretch! LEA. I am really very sorry. SCA. To wish to send your sword through my body! LEA. I ask you to forgive me, with all my heart; and if you want to see me at your feet, I beseech you, kneeling, not to give me up. OCT. Scapin, you cannot resist that? SCA. Well, get up, and another time remember not to be so hasty. LEA. Will you try to act for me? SCA. I will see. LEA. But you know that time presses. SCA. Don't be anxious. How much is it you want? LEA. Five hundred crowns. SCA. You? OCT. Two hundred pistoles.