Perhaps I’ ll swoon— or hit him, too— to see this hubbub in my room!
MASCARILLE( DISGUISED AS SGANARELLE) [ JUST NOTICING SGANARELLE ]: Ah ha, the Devil in his tracks!—[ DISCLOSING HIMSELF ] I’ ll have no commerce in his guise!‘ Tis me, your Mascarille.
LUCILLE: It seems to me each bed has found a symmetry both fit and sound, howe’ er inverse. But what the deuce does bring about the friar to this knave’ s soiree?
CLUTTERBUCK [ TO MADAM CLUTTERBUCK ]: An apt question!
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK: Now’ s the time we should confess our foibles, and make redress. Except, Lucille, I will admit has no guilt in all of this, such blundering and imposture. Thus I hope that all of us, who’ ve been remiss, should hold our tongues and just accept that what makes sense is Sganerelle has come to wed both Mascarille and Lucille now.
CLUTTERBUCK: Quite right!
SGANARELLE: Quite so!
MASCARILLE: [ ASIDE:] Oh no.