CLE. _Oustin yoc catamalequi basum base alla moran_.
COV. He says, "May heaven grant you the strength of the lion and the
prudence of the serpent."
MR. JOUR. His Turkish highness does me too much honour, and I wish him
all manner of prosperity.
COV. _Ossa binamen sadoc baballi oracaf ouram_.
CLE. _Belmen_.
COV. He says you must go quickly with him to prepare for the ceremony,
in order afterwards to see your daughter and conclude the marriage.
MR. JOUR. So many things comprised in two words?
COV. Yes, The Turkish language is like that, it says a good deal in a
few words. Go quickly where he wishes you.
SCENE VII.--COVIELLE (_alone_).
Ah! ah! ah! Upon my soul, this is most absurd. What a dupe! Had he
learnt his part by heart, he would not have played it better. Ah! ah!
ah!
SCENE VIII.--DORANTE, COVIELLE.
COV. I beg of you, Sir, to help us here in a little affair we have in
hand.
DOR. Hallo! Covielle, who would have known you again? What a get up!
COV. As you see. Ah! ah! ah!
DOR. What are you laughing at?
COV. At a thing worth laughing at, I can tell you.
DOR. What is it?
COV. You would never guess the stratagem we have invented to induce
Mr. Jourdain to give my master his daughter in marriage.
DOR. I certainly can't guess what it is, but I can guess that it will
succeed since you are at the head of affairs.
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