I cannot explain myself more clearly. Good! Here
is the interpreter.
SCENE V.--MR. JOURDAIN, DORIMENE, DORANTE, CLEONTE (_dressed as a
Turk_); COVIELLE (_disguised_).
MR. JOUR. Where are you going, then? You know that we can say nothing
without you. (_Showing_ CLEONTE.) Just tell him that this
gentleman and this lady are people of very high rank, who have come to
pay their homage to him, as friends of mine, and to assure him of
their services. (_To_ DORIMENE _and_ DORANTE) You will see how
he will answer.
COV. _Alabala crociam acci boram alabamen_.
CLE. _Catalequi tubal ouria soter amalouchan_.
MR. JOUR. (to DORIMENE and DORANTE). Do you see?
COV. He says, "May the rain of prosperity water at all times the
garden of your family."
MR. JOUR. I told you that he spoke Turkish.
DOR. This is admirable.
SCENE VI.--LUCILE, CLEONTE, MR. JOURDAIN, DORIMENE, DORANTE, COVIELLE.
MR. JOUR. Come, my daughter; come near, and give your hand to this
gentleman, who does you the honour of asking you in marriage.
LUC. Why, father, how strangely dressed you are! Are you acting a
comedy?
MR. JOUR. No, no; it is no comedy, but a very serious affair, and the
most honourable for you that could ever be wished for. (_Showing_
CLEONTE.) Here is the husband I bestow upon you.
LUC. Bestow upon me, father?
MR.
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