( the trappings of a lusty wench suggest ) must make a bed of hebetude . Will he e ’ er condense purport and forward any wherewithal ? [ TO CLUTTERBUCK :] Ah ha , the master , I perpend , has use of miscreant service ?
CLUTTERBUCK :
Yes , to point ; the usurer Scapin , who I have just now paid , I wish to take another loan from him , but sans formality . Or to speak in bare language , I want him robbed of that amount he presently has in his purse . I want my money back , but without consequence .
MASCARILLE : Good lord , you mean to rob —
CLUTTERBUCK : Oh , hush ; oh , pox ! Not I , my man , but you . For well I know the tales and tunes of larceny and turpitude ; ’ tis but the lot of the valet to operate the evil whims of the mad master , such as I .
MASCARILLE : Alas , alack , I might be shocked . I thought perhaps you ’ d grow to role with a few steps of callowness . Some fibs , defaults or bawdiness — but out and out iniquity ; nay , felony ! I have to say that servants serve , but not perhaps from dungeon cells . I ’ d get the noose — CLUTTERBUCK : Not you ; you are beyond reproach . A minor charge at most —
MASCARILLE : My hand chopped off —
CLUTTERBUCK : Pshaw ! I ’ d warrant you —