HAR. Did you see him hanging about the place where I had put my money?
JAC. Yes, indeed. Where was your money?
HAR. In the garden.
JAC. Exactly; I saw him loitering about in the garden; and in what was your money?
HAR. In a casket.
JAC. The very thing. I saw him with a casket.
HAR. And this casket, what was it like? I shall soon see if it is mine.
JAC. What it was like?
HAR. Yes.
JAC. It was like ... like a casket.
OFF. Of course. But describe it a little, to see if it is the same.
JAC. It was a large casket.
HAR. The one taken from me is a small one.
JAC. Yes, small if you look at it in that way; but I call it large because of what it contains.
HAR. And what colour was it?
JAC. What colour?
OFF. Yes.
JAC. Of a colour ... of a certain colour.... Can"t you help me to find the word?
HAR. Ugh!
JAC. Red; isn"t it?
HAR. No, grey.
JAC. Ha! yes, reddish-grey! That"s what I meant.
HAR. There is no doubt about it, it"s my casket for certain. Write down his evidence, Sir! Heavens! whom can we trust after that? We must never swear to anything, and I believe now that I might rob my own self.
JAC. (_to_ HARPAGON). There he is coming back, Sir; I beg of you not to go and tell him that it was I who let it all out, Sir.
SCENE III.--HARPAGON, THE POLICE OFFICER, VALeRE, MASTER JACQUES.
HAR. Come, come near, and confess the most abominable action, the most horrible crime, that was ever committed.
VAL. What do you want, Sir?
HAR. What, wretch! you do not blush for shame after such a crime?
VAL. Of what crime do you speak?
HAR. Of what crime I speak? Base villain, as if you did not know what I mean! It is in vain for you to try to hide it; the thing is discovered, and I have just heard all the particulars. How could you thus abuse my kindness, introduce yourself on purpose into my house to betray me, and to play upon me such an abominable trick?
VAL. Sir, since everything is known to you, I will neither deny what I have done nor will I try to palliate it.
JAC. (_aside_). Oh! oh! Have I guessed the truth?
VAL. I intended to speak to you about it, and I was watching for a favourable opportunity; but, as this is no longer possible, I beg of you not to be angry, and to hear my motives.
HAR. And what fine motives can you possibly give me, infamous thief?
VAL. Ah! Sir, I do not deserve these names. I am guilty towards you, it is true; but, after all, my fault is pardonable.
HAR. How pardonable? A premeditated trick, and such an a.s.sa.s.sination as this!
VAL. I beseech you not to be so angry with me. When you have heard all I have to say, you will see that the harm is not so great as you make it out to be.
HAR. The harm not so great as I make it out to be! What! my heart"s blood, scoundrel!
VAL. Your blood, Sir, has not fallen into bad hands. My rank is high enough not to disgrace it, and there is nothing in all this for which reparation cannot be made.
HAR. It is, indeed, my intention that you should restore what you have taken from me.
VAL. Your honour, Sir, shall be fully satisfied.
HAR. Honour is not the question in all this. But tell me what made you commit such a deed?
VAL. Alas! do you ask it?
HAR. Yes, I should rather think that I do.
VAL. A G.o.d, Sir, who carries with him his excuses for all he makes people do: Love.
HAR. Love?
VAL. Yes.
HAR. Fine love that! fine love, indeed! the love of my gold!
VAL. No, Sir, it is not your wealth that has tempted me, it is not that which has dazzled me; and I swear never to pretend to any of your possessions, provided you leave me what I have.