SOS.I.
MERC.Who, I?
SOS.I.Courage, Sosie!
MERC.Tell me, what is your condition?
SOS.To be a man, and to speak.
MERC.Are you a master, or a servant?
SOS.As fancy takes me.
MERC.Where are you going?
SOS.Where I intend to go.
MERC.Ah! This annoys me.
SOS.I am ravished to hear it.
MERC.By hook or by crook, I must definitely know all about you, you wretch; what you do, whence you come before the day breaks, where you are going, and who you may be.
SOS.I do good and ill by turns; I come from there; I go there; Ibelong to my master.
MERC.You show wit, and I see you think to play the man of importance for my edification.I feel inclined to make your acquaintance by slapping your face.
SOS.Mine?
MERC.Yours; and there you get it, sharp.(Mercury gives him a slap.)SOS.Ah! Ah! This is a fine game!
MERC.No; it is only a laughing matter, a reply to your quips.
SOS.Good heavens! Friend, how you swing out your arm without any one saying anything to you.
MERC.These are my lightest clouts, little ordinary smacks.
SOS.If I were as hasty as you, we should have a fine ado.
MERC.All this is nothing as yet: it is merely to fill up time; we shall soon see something else; but let us continue our conversation.
SOS.I give up the game.(He turns to go away.)MERC.Where are you going?
SOS.What does it matter to you?
MERC.I want to know where you are going.
SOS.I am going to open that door.Why do you detain me?
MERC.If you dare to go near it, I shall rain down a storm of blows on you.
SOS.What? You wish to hinder me from entering our own house by threats?
MERC.What do you say, your house?
SOS.Yes, our house.
MERC.O, the scoundrel! You speak of that house?
SOS.Certainly.Is not Amphitryon the master of it?
MERC.Well! What does that prove?
SOS.I am his valet.