HAR. No, scoundrel! I do not say that. (_Aside_) I am furious! (_Aloud_) I only ask if out of mischief you do not spread abroad the report that I have some? LA FL. Oh! What does it matter whether you have money, or whether you have not, since it is all the same to us? HAR. (_raising his hand to give_ LA FLÈCHE _a blow_). Oh! oh! You want to argue, do you? I will give you, and quickly too, some few of these arguments about your ears. Get out of the house, I tell you once more. LA FL. Very well; very well. I am going. HAR. No, wait; are you carrying anything away with you? LA FL. What can I possibly carry away? HAR. Come here, and let me see. Show me your hands. LA FL. There they are. HAR. The others. LA FL. The others? HAR. Yes. LA FL. There they are. HAR. (_pointing to_ LA FLÈCHE'S _breeches_). Have you anything hid in here? LA FL. Look for yourself. HAR. (_feeling the knees of the breeches_). These wide knee-breeches are convenient receptacles of stolen goods; and I wish a pair of them had been hanged. LA FL. (_aside_). Ah! how richly such a man deserves what he fears, and what joy it would be to me to steal some of his ... HAR. Eh? LA FL. What? HAR. What is it you talk of stealing? LA FL. I say that you feel about everywhere to see if I have been stealing anything. HAR. And I mean to do so too. (_He feels in_ LA FLÈCHE'S _pockets_). LA FL. Plague take all misers and all miserly ways! HAR. Eh? What do you say? LA FL. What do I say? HAR. Yes. What is it you say about misers and miserly ways. LA FL. I say plague take all misers and all miserly ways. HAR. Of whom do you speak? LA FL. Of misers. HAR. And who are they, these misers? LA FL. Villains and stingy wretches! HAR. But what do you mean by that? LA FL. Why do you trouble yourself so much about what I say? HAR. I trouble myself because I think it right to do so. LA FL. Do you think I am speaking about you? HAR. I think what I think; but I insist upon your telling me to whom you speak when you say that. LA FL. To whom I speak? I am speaking to the inside of my hat. HAR. And I will, perhaps, speak to the outside of your head. LA FL. Would you prevent me from cursing misers? HAR. No; but I will prevent you from prating and from being insolent. Hold your tongue, will you? LA FL. I name nobody. HAR. Another word, and I'll thrash you. LA FL. He whom the cap fits, let him wear it. HAR. Will you be silent? LA FL. Yes; much against my will. HAR. Ah! ah! LA FL. (_showing_ HARPAGON _one of his doublet pockets_). Just look, here is one more pocket. Are you satisfied? HAR. Come, give it up to me without all that fuss. LA FL. Give you what? HAR. What you have stolen from me. LA FL. I have stolen nothing at all from you. HAR. Are you telling the truth? LA FL. Yes. HAR. Good-bye, then, and now you may go to the devil. LA FL. (_aside_). That's a nice way of dismissing anyone. HAR. I leave it to your conscience, remember! SCENE IV.--HARPAGON (_alone_.)