The Ghent Review Vol 1 number 2 | Page 31

I ’ ll be no fool to raise his gall . [ TO SCAPIN :] But — that is —
SCAPIN : But , with God ’ s will , you , his agent , have brought calamity to rest . Without violence ! Without mayhem ! [ WAVES CUDGEL THREATENINGLY . MASCARILLE COWERS .] You ’ ve mended the main crime , and now we should recall God ’ s merciful . I know you wish to strike that man as I did just an hour ago . But let us ken how circumstance , divine as it is engined thus , makes all repaired . Without bloodshed ! Without deep welts ! [ WAVES CUDGEL THREATENINGLY . MASCARILLE COWERS .] Speaking as the injured man , I would suggest our Clutterbuck be counseled by your Grace , not whips . I ’ ll not have charges brought about ; I ’ ll be like you , a righteous soul , and let the matter drop . Perhaps our Clutterbuck did lose his countenance and , with your guidance and wisdom , be reprimanded with mercy . Without stern blows ! Without brute force ! [ EXITS , STILL WAVING CUDGEL .]
MASCARILLE ( DISGUISED AS SGANARELLE ): But — that is —
SCAPIN [ HEARD IN DISTANCE ]: I take my leave ! God bless you , sir ! I venerate thy rectitude .
SCENE VI — MASCARILLE , CLUTTERBUCK .
MASCARILLE ( DISCLOSING HIMSELF ): Sigh ! Undone and cozened thus : His guilelessness , my cowardice . At least I was alert enough to shortchange Scapin a few coins . But so few ! It seems a life of right service pays better than rank lawlessness . But , lo ! Here comes my master Clutterbuck .