MASC. Certainly, you please me with this news. Though I was rather afraid of you, with regard to our plans, yet you do wisely to slip your neck out of the collar. You have done well to leave a house where you were only caressed for form's sake; I, knowing all that was going on, have many times pitied you, because you were allured by expectations, which could never be realized. It is a sin and a shame to deceive a gentleman! But how the deuce, after all, did you find out the trick? For when they plighted their faith to each other there were no witnesses but night, myself, and two others; and the tying of the knot, which satisfies the passion of our lovers, is thought to have been kept a secret till now. ERAS. Ha! What do you say? MASC. I say that I am amazed, sir, and cannot guess who told you, that under this mask, which deceives you and everybody else, a secret marriage unites their matchless love. ERAS. You lie. MASC. Sir, with all my heart. ERAS. You are a rascal. MASC. I acknowledge I am. ERAS. And this impudence deserves a sound beating on the spot. MASC. I am completely in your power, ERAS. Ha! Gros-René. GR.-RE. Sir? ERAS, I contradict a story, which I much fear is but too true. (_To Mascarille_). You wanted to run away. MASC. Not in the least. ERAS. What! Lucile is married to... MASC. No, sir, I was only joking. ERAS. Hey! you were joking, you wretch? MASC. No, I was not joking. ERAS. Is it true then? MASC. No, I do not say that. ERAS. What do you say then? MASC. Alas! I say nothing, for fear of saying something wrong. ERAS. Tell me positively, whether you have spoken the truth, or deceived me. MASC. Whatever you please. I do not come here to contradict you. ERAS. (_Drawing his sword_). Will you tell me? Here is something that will loosen your tongue without more ado. MASC. It will again be saying some foolish speech or other. I pray you, if you have no objection, let me quickly have a few stripes, and then allow me to scamper off. ERAS. You shall suffer death, unless you tell me the whole truth without disguise. MASC. Alas! I will tell it then; but perhaps, sir, I shall make you angry. ERAS. Speak: but take great care what you are doing; nothing shall save you from my just anger, if you utter but one single falsehood in your narration. MASC. I agree to it; break my legs, arms, do worse to me still, kill me, if I have deceived you in the smallest degree, in anything I have said. ERAS. It is true then that they are married?