MASCARILLE
Hush, my good nature; you haven’t a grain of sense, And I’ll no longer hear your arguments. It’s you, my anger, that I’ll listen to. Am I obliged forever to undo The blunders of a clod? I should resign! That fool has spoiled too many schemes of mine. And yet, let’s think about this matter coolly. Were I to let my just impatience rule me, They’d…
