MASC. You ought, I think, to know that better than I; you passed that night too agreeably, to make us believe you could forget it so soon. LUC. Father, we have too long borne with the insolence of an impudent lackey. (_Gives him a box on the ear_). SCENE X.--ALBERT, VALÈRE, MASCARILLE. MASC. I think she gave me a box on the ear. ALB. Be gone! rascal, villain! Her father approves the way in which she has made her hand felt upon your cheek. MASC. May be so; yet may the devil take me if I said anything but what was true! ALB. And may I lose an ear if you carry on this impudence any further! MASC. Shall I send for two witnesses to testify to the truth of my statements? ALB. Shall I send for two of my servants to give you a sound thrashing? MASC. Their testimony will corroborate mine. ALB. Their arms may make up for my want of strength. MASC. I tell you, Lucile behaves thus because she is ashamed. ALB. I tell you, you shall be answerable for all this. MASC. Do you know Ormin, that stout and clever notary? ALB. Do you know Grimpant, the city executioner? MASC. And Simon, the tailor, who used formerly to work for all the people of fashion? ALB. And the gibbet set up in the middle of the market-place? MASC. You shall see they will confirm the truth of this marriage. ALB. You shall see they will make an end of you. MASC. They were the witnesses chosen by them. ALB. They shall shortly revenge me on you. MASC. I myself saw them at the altar. ALB. And I myself shall see you with a halter. MASC. By the same token, your daughter had a black veil on. ALB. By the same token, your face foretells your doom. MASC. What an obstinate old man. ALB. What a cursed rascal! You may thank my advanced years, which prevent me from punishing your insulting remarks upon the spot: but I promise you, you shall be paid with full interest. SCENE XI.--VALÈRE, MASCARILLE. VAL. Well, where is now that fine result you were to produce...? MASC. I understand what you mean. Everything goes against me: I see cudgels and gibbets preparing for me on every side. Therefore, so that I may be at rest amidst this chaos, I shall go and throw myself headlong from a rock, if, in my present despair, I can find one high enough to please me. Farewell, sir. VAL. No, no; in vain you wish to fly. If you die, I expect it to be in my presence. MASC. I cannot die if anybody is looking on: it would only delay my end. VAL. Follow me traitor; follow me. My maddened love will soon show whether this is a jesting matter or not. MASC. (_Alone_). Unhappy Mascarille, to what misfortunes are you condemned to-day for another's sin! * * * * * ACT IV. SCENE I.--ASCANIO, FROSINE. FROS. What has happened is very annoying.