SIL. Blood and thunder! It is all I ask, all I ask. (_Drawing his sword_.) Ah! s'death! ah! s'blood! Why can I not meet him at this very moment, with all these relations and friends of his? If he would only appear before me, surrounded by a score of them! Why do they not fall upon me, arms in hand? (_Standing upon his guard_.) What! you villains! you dare to attack me? Now, s'death! Kill and slay! (_He lunges out on all sides; as if he were fighting many people at once_.) No quarter; lay on. Thrust. Firm. Again. Eye and foot. Ah! knaves! ah! rascals! ah! you shall have a taste of it. I'll give you your fill. Come on, you rabble! come on. That's what you want, you there. You shall have your fill of it, I say. Stick to it, you brutes; stick to it. Now, then, parry; now, then, you. (_Turning towards_ ARGANTE and SCAPIN.) Parry this; parry. You draw back? Stand firm, man! S'death! What! Never flinch, I say. SCA. Sir, we have nothing to do with it. SIL. That will teach you to trifle with me. SCENE X.--ARGANTE, SCAPIN. SCA. Well, Sir, you see how many people are killed for two hundred pistoles. Now I wish you a good morning. ARG. (_all trembling_). Scapin. SCA. What do you say? ARG. I will give the two hundred pistoles. SCA. I am very glad of it, for your sake. ARG. Let us go to him; I have them with me. SCA. Better give them to me. You must not, for your honour, appear in this business, now that you have passed for another; and, besides, I should be afraid that he would ask you for more, if he knew who you are. ARG. True; still I should be glad to see to whom I give my money. SCA. Do you mistrust me then? ARG. Oh no; but.... SCA. Zounds! Sir; either I am a thief or an honest man; one or the other. Do you think I would deceive you, and that in all this I have any other interest at heart than yours and that of my master, whom you want to take into your family? If I have not all your confidence, I will have no more to do with all this, and you can look out for somebody else to get you out of the mess. ARG. Here then. SCA. No, Sir; do not trust your money to me. I would rather you trusted another with your message. ARG. Ah me! here, take it. SCA. No, no, I tell you; do not trust me. Who knows if I do not want to steal your money from you? ARG. Take it, I tell you, and don't force me to ask you again. However, mind you have an acknowledgment from him. SCA. Trust me; he hasn't to do with an idiot. ARG. I will go home and wait for you. SCA. I shall be sure to go. (_Alone_.) That one's all right; now for the other. Ah! here he is. They are sent one after the other to fall into my net. SCENE XI.--GÉRONTE, SCAPIN. SCA. (_affecting not to see_ GÉRONTE). O Heaven! O unforeseen misfortune! O unfortunate father! Poor Géronte, what will you do? GER. (_aside_). What is he saying there with that doleful face? SCA. Can no one tell me whereto find Mr. Géronte? GER. What is the matter, Scapin?