DOR. It is the friendship we have for you which makes us interest ourselves in your welfare.
MRS. JOUR. I can do very well without your friendship.
DOR. You see that your daughter yields to her father"s will.
MRS. JOUR. My daughter consents to marry a Turk?
DOR. Certainly.
MRS. JOUR. She can forget Cleonte?
DOR. What will not one do to be a grand lady?
MRS. JOUR. I would strangle her with my own hands if she had done such a thing.
MR. JOUR. Too much prating by half! I tell you the marriage shall take place.
MRS. JOUR. And I tell you that it shan"t.
MR. JOUR. Ah! what a row!
LUC. Mother!
MRS. JOUR. Leave me alone, you are a bad girl.
MR. JOUR. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). What! you scold her because she is obedient to me?
MRS. JOUR. Certainly; she belongs to me as much as she belongs to you.
COV. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Madam.
MRS. JOUR. What business have you to speak to me, you?
COV. One word.
MRS. JOUR. I"ll have nothing to do with your word.
COV. (_to_ MR. JOURDAIN). Sir, if she will only listen to a word in private, I promise you to make her consent to all you want.
MRS. JOUR. I will never consent to it.
COV. Only hear me.
MRS. JOUR. No.
MR. JOUR. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Hear him.
MRS. JOUR. No; I will not hear him.
MR. JOUR. He will tell you....
MRS. JOUR. I don"t want him to tell me anything.
MR. JOUR. Did ever anybody see such obstinacy in a woman! Would it hurt you to hear him?
COV. Only listen to me; you may do what you please afterwards.
MRS. JOUR. Well, what?
COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). We have made signs to you for the last hour. Do you not see that all this is done to fit in with the fancies of your husband? that we are imposing upon him under this disguise, and that it is Cleonte himself who is the son of the Grand Turk?
MRS. JOUR. (_aside, to_ COVIELLE). Oh! oh!
COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). And that it is I, Covielle, who am the interpreter?
MRS. JOUR. (_aside, to _COVIELLE). Ah! if it is so, I give in.
COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Seem not to have any idea of what"s going on.
MRS. JOUR. (_aloud_). Very well, let it be; I consent to the marriage.
MR. JOUR. So, everyone is agreed. (_To_ MRS. JOURDAIN) You would not listen to him. I knew he would explain to you what the son of the Grand Turk is.
MRS. JOUR. He has explained it quite sufficiently, and I am satisfied with it. Let us send for a notary.
DOR. The very thing! And Mrs. Jourdain, in order to set your mind at rest, and that you should lose to-day all feelings of jealousy which you may have felt about your husband, this lady and I will ask the same notary to marry us.
MRS. JOUR. I consent to that also.
MR. JOUR. (_aside_, to DORANTE). It is to deceive her, is it not?
DOR. (_aside_, to MR. JOURDAIN). We must amuse her with this notion.
MR. JOUR. Good, good. (_Aloud_) Let somebody go at once for the notary.
DOR. Whilst he draws up the contract, let us see our ballet, and give the entertainment to his Turkish highness.
MR. JOUR. It is well thought of. Let us go to our places.
MRS. JOUR. And Nicole?
MR. JOUR. I give her to the interpreter, and my wife to anyone who will have her.
COV. Sir, I thank you. (_Aside_) If it is possible to find a greater fool than this one, I will go and publish it in Rome.
BALLET AND DIVERTISs.e.m.e.nT.