COVIELLE: Only listen to me.
MADAME JOURDAIN: No.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Listen to him.
MADAME JOURDAIN: No, I don't want to listen to him.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: He is going tell you . . .
MADAME JOURDAIN: I don't want him to tell me anything whatsoever.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: There is the great stubbornness of a woman! How
can it hurt you to listen to him?
COVIELLE: Just listen to me; after that you can do as you please.
MADAME JOURDAIN: Alright! What?
COVIELLE: (Aside to Madame Jourdain) For an hour, Madame, we've
been signaling to you. Don't you see that all this is done only to
accommodate ourselves to the fantasies of your husband, that we are
fooling him under this disguise and that it is Cleonte himself who
is the son of the Grand Turk? MADAME JOURDAIN: Ah! Ah! COVIELLE:
And I, Covielle, am the interpreter? MADAME JOURDAIN: Ah! If this
is the case then, I surrender.
COVIELLE: Don't let on.
MADAME JOURDAIN: Yes, it's done, I agree to the marriage.
MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Ah! Now everyone's reasonable. You didn't want
to hear it. I knew he would explain to you what it means to be the
son of the Grand Turk.
MADAME JOURDAIN: He explained it to me very well, and I am
satisfied. Let us send for a notary.
DORANTE: This is very well said. And finally, Madame Jourdain, in
order to relieve your mind completely, and that you may lose today
all the jealousy that you may have conceived of your husband, we
shall have the same notary marry us, Madame and me.
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