Scene VIII Nicole, Cleonte, Covielle
NIC. Ah, what a lucky meeting! I am a messenger of joy, and I came….
CLE. Leave me, false woman, and don’t think of deceiving me with your treacherous words.
NIC. Do you receive me in that way?
CLE. Leave me, I say, and go and tell your faithless mistress that she never shall again deceive the too credulous Cleonte.
NIC. What a change? My poor Covielle, tell me, I pray, what all this means.
COV. Your poor Covielle, indeed, you wicked girl! Go, minx! decamp; get out of my sight as fast as you can, and leave me alone!
NIC. What! and do you also…?
COV. Get out of my sight, I say; I will never speak to you any more, as long as I live.
NIC. (aside). Mercy on us! What has happened to both of them? I must go and tell my mistress this pretty piece of news.