MADAME JOURDAIN: Madame, I beg you also not to concern yourself
with what does not affect you.
DORANTE: It's the friendship we have for you that makes us involve
ourselves in your interest.
MADAME JOURDAIN: I can get along quite well without your
friendship.
DORANTE: Your daughter here agrees to the wishes of her father.
MADAME JOURDAIN: My daughter consents to marry a Turk?
DORANTE: Without doubt.
MADAME JOURDAIN: She can forget Cleonte?
DORANTE: What wouldn't one do to be a great lady?
MADAME JOURDAIN: I would strangle her with my own hands if she did
something like that.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: That is just so much talk. I tell you, this
marriage shall take place.
MADAME JOURDAIN: And I say there is no way that it will happen.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Oh, what a row!
LUCILE: Mother!
MADAME JOURDAIN: Go away, you are a hussy.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What! You quarrel with her for obeying me?
MADAME JOURDAIN: Yes. She is mine as much as yours.
COVIELLE: Madame!
MADAME JOURDAIN: What do you want to tell me?
COVIELLE: A word.
MADAME JOURDAIN: I want nothing to do with your word.
COVIELLE: (To Monsieur Jourdain) Sir, if she will hear a word in
private, I promise you to make her consent to what you want.
MADAME JOURDAIN: I will never consent to it.
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