DOR. And Mrs. Jourdain, how does she do?
MRS. JOUR. Mrs. Jourdain does as well as may be.
DOR. I declare, Mr. Jourdain, that you have the most genteel dress in
the world.
MR. JOUR. You see.
DOR. You look exceedingly well in this dress, and we have no young men
at court better made than you.
MR. JOUR. He! he!
MRS. JOUR. (_aside_). He scratches him where it itches.
DOR. Turn round. This is quite gallant.
MRS. JOUR. (_aside_). Yes, as fine a fool behind as before.
DOR. Indeed, Mr. Jourdain, I was very impatient to see you. You are
the man I esteem most in the world, and I was talking of you again
this very morning at the king's levee.
MR. JOUR. You do me too much honour, Sir. (_To_ MRS. JOURDAIN) At
the king's levee.
DOR. Come, put on your hat.
MR. JOUR. Sir, I know the respect I owe you;
DOR. Pray, put on your hat. No ceremony between us, I beg.
MR. JOUR. Sir!
DOR. Nay! nay! Put on your hat, I tell you, Mr. Jourdain; you are my
friend.
MR. JOUR. Sir, I am your humble servant.
DOR. I will not put mine on unless you do.
MR. JOUR. (_putting on his hat_). I had rather be unmannerly than
troublesome.
DOR. I am your debtor, as you know.
MRS. JOUR. (_aside_). Yes, we know it but too well.
DOR. On several occasions you have generously lent me some money, and
you have obliged me, I must acknowledge, with the best grace in the
world.
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