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nature! So, from what I see, daughter, there is no need of my asking you if you are willing to marry.
ANG. I ought to obey you in everything, father.
ARG. I am very glad to possess such an obedient daughter; the thing is settled then, and I have promised you.
ANG. It is my duty, father, blindly to follow all you determine upon for me.
ARG. My wife, your mother-in-law, wanted me to make a nun of you and of your little sister Louison also. She has always been bent upon that.
TOI. (_aside_). The excellent creature has her reasons.
ARG. She would not consent to this marriage; but I carried the day, and my word is given.
TOI. (_to_ ARGAN). Really, I am pleased with you for that, and it is the wisest thing you ever did in your life.
ARG. I have not seen the person in question; but I am told that I shall be satisfied with him, and that you too will be satisfied.
ANG. Most certainly, father.
ARG. How! have you seen him then?
ANG. Since your consent to our marriage authorises me to open my heart to you, I will not hide from you that chance made us acquainted six days ago, and that the request which has been made to you is the result of the sympathy we felt for one another at first sight.
ARG. They did not tell me that; but I am glad of it; it is much better that things should be so. They say that he is a tall, well-made young fellow.
ANG. Yes, father.
ARG. Of a fine build.
ANG. Yes, indeed.
ARG. Pleasant.
ANG. Certainly.
ARG. A good face.
ANG. Very good.
ARG. Steady and of good family.
ANG. Quite.
ARG. With very good manners.
ANG. The best possible.
ARG. And speaks both Latin and Greek.
ANG. Ah! that I don't know anything about.
ARG. And that he will in three days be made a doctor.
ANG. He, father?
ARG. Yes; did he not tell you?
ANG. No, indeed! who told you?
ARG. Mr. Purgon.
ANG. Does Mr. Purgon know him?
ARG. What a question! Of course he knows him, since he is his nephew.
ANG. Cleante is the nephew of Mr. Purgon?
ARG. What Cleante? We are speaking about him who has asked you in marriage.
ANG. Yes, of course.
ARG. Well, he is the nephew of Mr. Purgon, and the son of his brother-in-law, Mr. Diafoirus; and this son is called Thomas Diafoirus, and not Cleante. Mr. Fleurant and I decided upon this match this morning, and to-morrow this future son-in-law will be brought to me by his father.... What is the matter, you look all scared?
ANG. It is because, father, I see that you have been speaking of one person, and I of another.
TOI. What! Sir, you have formed such a queer project as that, and, with all the wealth you possess, you want to marry your daughter to a doctor?
ARG. What business is it of yours, you impudent jade?
TOI. Gently, gently. You always begin by abuse. Can we not reason together without getting into a rage? Come, let us speak quietly. What reason have you, if you please, for such a marriage?
ARG. My reason is, that seeing myself infirm and sick, I wish to have a son-in-law and relatives who are doctors, in order to secure their kind a.s.sistance in my illness, to have in my family the fountain-head of those remedies which are necessary to me, and to be within reach of consultations and prescriptions.
TOI. Very well; at least that is giving a reason, and there is a certain pleasure in answering one another calmly. But now, Sir, on your conscience, do you really and truly believe that you are ill?
ARG. Believe that I am ill, you jade? Believe that I am ill, you impudent hussy?
TOI. Very well, then, Sir, you are ill; don't let us quarrel about that. Yes, you are very ill, I agree with you upon that point, more ill even than you think. Now, is that settled? But your daughter is to marry a husband for herself, and as she is not ill, what is the use of giving her a doctor?
ARG. It is for my sake that I give her this doctor, and a good daughter ought to be delighted to marry for the sake of her father's health.
TOI. In good troth, Sir, shall I, as a friend, give you a piece of advice?
ARG. What is this advice?
TOI. Not to think of this match.
ARG. And your reason?