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MASCARILLE :
I am perplexed with punishment for failing to perform evil — at least , to do it fit — and now it seems enormity is its own meed and fellowship . Without dinner ! Sleep in the barn ! Well , now , my Master Clutterbuck has waked in me malevolence to make him proud . He ’ s been suspicious of the friar who dotes on Madam Clutterbuck with slippery palaverments . Tonight he plans a cuckold plot , thinking the master will be gaoled ; but I shall sneak into her room before , and bed her with the blame allotted to the man she bids . I , too , have known tentiginous desiderations for the wench — and now , outraged , I ’ ll have revenge on Clutterbuck , and Sganerelle as well .
ACT III — THE CLUTTERBUCK ESTATE .
SCENE I — MADAM CLUTTERBUCK .
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK :
How now , these middle years of domestic amity sleek comforts give to curb my wits of youthful valiance . Alas , each night I go to war , to die of boredom in my bed whilst my opponent , who I wed , does vanquish me with hebetude . Welladay , my fearlessness in battles with