MASCARILLE : Some fingers lopped —
CLUTTERBUCK : Alas , alack , I might be shocked . To think of you as cunning quick as you are bold and vigorous —
MASCARILLE : My hangnails trimmed —
CLUTTERBUCK : Ah yes ! Do show some pluck . Audacious blood and subtle brain ! Now , let me add the master stroke —
MASCARILLE : A pedicure ?
CLUTTERBUCK : Buck up , you rogue . I also want to clinch a score I have with the town friar , that mendacious imp , who I suspect has reasons to survey my wife .
MASCARILLE : [ ASIDE :] That clever fraud . [ TO CLUTTERBUCK :] That man of God ?
CLUTTERBUCK : So what of that ? Does a career thwart lusts or tastes ? Are we the us that everyone sees day to day , or are we who we want to be ? Besides , I know this arrant scamp has up his sleeve intrigues and plots to cuckold me .
MASCARILLE : [ ASIDE :] I stand impressed . [ TO CLUTTERBUCK :] I am distressed .
CLUTTERBUCK : So I have schemed a double twist : you rob Scapin in the disguise