The Impostures of Scapin (Act 1 Scene 5) lyrics

by

Molière


                                SCAPIN, SILVESTRE.

SCA
Stop, Octave; stop. He's off. What a poor specimen it is! Let's wait for the old man all the same.

SIL
What shall I tell him?

SCA
Leave him to me; only follow me.
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