PHILOSOPHY MASTER: One could put them first of all as you said
them: "Beautiful marchioness, your lovely eyes make me die of
love." Or else: "Of love to die make me, beautiful marchioness,
your beautiful eyes." Or else: "Your lovely eyes, of love make me,
beautiful marchioness, die." Or else: "Die, your lovely eyes,
beautiful marchioness, of love make me." Or else: "Me make your
lovely eyes die, beautiful marchioness, of love."
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: But, of all those ways, which is the best?
PHILOSOPHY MASTER: The way you said it: "Beautiful marchioness,
your lovely eyes make me die of love."
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I never studied, and yet I made the whole thing
up at the first try. I thank you with all my heart, and I ask you
to come tomorrow early.
PHILOSOPHY MASTER: I shall not fail to do so. (He leaves).
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What? Hasn't my suit come yet?
THE LACKEY: No, Sir.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: That cursed tailor makes me wait all day when I
have so much to do! I'm enraged. May the quartan fever shake that
tormentor of a tailor! To the devil with the tailor! May the plague
choke the tailor! If I had him here now, that detestable tailor,
that dog of a tailor, that traitor of a tailor, I . . .
ACT TWO
SCENE V (Master Tailor, Apprentice Tailor carrying suit, Monsieur
Jourdain, Lackeys)
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Ah! You're here! I was getting into a rage
against you.
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