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once. [_Turning round, he calls_] Angelica! _Dor._ What possesses the man? He will resort to violence on the spot. [_Runs off._] Geronte, _alone._ _Ger._ Where is she gone? Angelica! Hallo! who's there? Piccardo! Martuccia! Pietro! Cortese!--But I'll find her. It is you I want. [_Turns round, and, not seeing_ Dorval, _remains motionless._] What! he treat me so! [_Calls._] Dorval! my friend! Dorval--Dorval! my friend! Oh, shameful--ungrateful! Hallo! Is no one there? Piccardo! _Enter_ Piccardo. _Pic._ Here, sir. _Ger._ You rascal! Why don't you answer? _Pic._ Pardon me, sir, here I am. _Ger._ Shameful! I called you ten times. _Pic._ I am sorry, but-- _Ger._ Ten times! It is scandalous. _Pic._ [_Aside, and angry._] He is in a fury now. _Ger._ Have you seen Dorval? _Pic._ Yes, sir. _Ger._ Where is he? _Pic._ He is gone. _Ger._ How is he gone? _Pic._ [_Roughly._] He is gone as other people go. _Ger._ Ah, insolent! do you answer your master in this manner? [_Very much offended, he threatens him and makes him retreat._] _Pic._ [_Very angrily._] Give me my discharge, sir. _Ger._ Your discharge--worthless fellow! [_Threatens him and makes him retreat._ Piccardo _falls between the chair and the table._ Geronte _runs to his assistance and helps him up_.] _Pic._ Oh! [_He leans on the chair, and shows much pain._] _Ger._ Are you hurt? Are you hurt? _Pic._ Very much hurt; you have crippled me. _Ger._ Oh, I am sorry! Can you walk? _Pic._ [_Still angry._] I believe so, sir. [_He tries, and walks badly._] _Ger._ [_Sharply._] Go on. _Pic._ [_Mortified._] Do you drive me away, sir? _Ger._ [_Warmly._] No. Go to your wife's house, that you may be taken care of. [_Pulls out his purse and offers him money._] Take this to get cured. _Pic._ [_Aside, with tenderness._] What a master! _Ger._ Take it. [_Giving him money._] _Pic._ [_With modesty._] No, sir, I hope it will be nothing. _Ger._ Take it, I tell you. _Pic._ [_Still refusing it._] Sir-- _Ger._ [_Very warmly._] What! you refuse my money? Do you refuse it from pride, or spite, or hatred? Do you believe I did it on purpose? Take this money. Take it. Come, don't put me in a passion. _Pic._ Do not get angry, sir. I thank you for all your kindness. [_Takes the money._] _Ger._ Go quickly. _Pic._ Yes, sir. [_Walks badly._] _Ger._ Go slowly. _Pic._ Yes, sir. _Ger._ Wait, wait; take my cane. _Pic._
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