MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Be quiet, I tell you.
DORANTE: You have only to tell me if that embarrasses you.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Not at all, sir.
MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) He's a real wheedler!
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Hush.
MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) He'll drain you to the last sou.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Will you be quiet?
DORANTE: I have a number of people who would gladly lend it to me;
but since you are my best friend, I believed I might do you wrong
if I asked someone else for it.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: It's too great an honor, sir, that you do me.
I'll go get it for you.
MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) What! You're going to give it to him
again?
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What can I do? Do you want me to refuse a man of
this station, who spoke about me this morning in the King's
bedchamber?
MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) Go on, you're a true dupe.
ACT THREE
SCENE V (Dorante, Madame Jourdain, Nicole)
DORANTE: You appear to be very melancholy. What is wrong, Madame
Jourdain?
MADAME JOURDAIN: I have a head bigger than my fist, even if it's
not swollen.
DORANTE: Mademoiselle, your daughter, where is she that I don't see
her?
MADAME JOURDAIN: Mademoiselle my daughter is right where she is.
DORANTE: How is she getting on?
MADAME JOURDAIN: She "gets on" on her two legs.
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