LEA. My father, you must no longer say that I love a stranger without birth or wealth. Those from whom I bought her have just told me that she belongs to an honest family in this town. They stole her away when she was four years old, and here is a bracelet which they gave me, and which will help me to discover her family. ARG. Ah! To judge by this bracelet, this is my daughter whom I lost when she was four years old. GER. Your daughter? ARG. Yes, I see she is my daughter. I know all her features again. My dear child! GER. Oh! what wonderful events! SCENE XIII.--ARGANTE, GÉRONTE, LÉANDRE, OCTAVE, HYACINTHA, ZERBINETTE, NÉRINE, SILVESTRE, CARLE. CAR. Ah! gentlemen, a most sad accident has just taken place. GER. What is it? CAR. Poor Scapin.... GER. Is a rascal whom I shall see hung. CAR. Alas! Sir, you will not have that trouble. As he was passing near a building, a bricklayer's hammer fell on his head and broke his skull, leaving his brain exposed. He is dying, and he has asked to be brought in here to speak to you before he dies. SCENE XIV.--ARGANTE, GÉRONTE, LÉANDRE, OCTAVE, HYACINTHA, ZERBINETTE, NÉRINE. SILVESTRE, CARLE, SCAPIN. SCA. (_brought in by some men, his head wrapped up, as if he were wounded_). Oh, oh! gentlemen, you see me.... Oh! You see me in a sad state. Oh! I would not die without coming to ask forgiveness of all those I may have offended. Oh! Yes, gentlemen, before I give up the ghost, I beseech you to forgive me all I have done amiss, and particularly Mr. Argante and Mr. Géronte. Oh! ARG. I forgive you; die in peace, Scapin. SCA. (_to_ GÉRONTE). It is you, Sir, I have offended the most, because of the beating with the cudgel which I.... GER. Leave that alone. SCA. I feel in dying an inconceivable grief for the beating which I.... GER. Ah me! be silent. SCA. That unfortunate beating that I gave.... GER. Be silent, I tell you; I forgive you everything. SCA. Alas! how good you are. But is it really with all your heart that you forgive me the beating which I...? GER. Yes, yes; don't mention it. I forgive you everything. You are punished. SCA. Ah! Sir, how much better I feel for your kind words. GER. Yes, I forgive you; but on one condition, that you die. SCA. How! Sir? GER. I retract my words if you recover. SCA. Oh! oh! all my pains are coming hack. ARG. Mr. Géronte, let us forgive him without any condition, for we are all so happy. GER. Well, be it so. ARG. Let us go to supper, and talk of our happiness. SCA. And you, take me to the end of the table; it is there I will await death. End of Project Gutenberg's The Impostures of Scapin, by (Poquelin) Moliere