MR. JOUR. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). What! you scold her because she
is obedient to me?
MRS. JOUR. Certainly; she belongs to me as much as she belongs to you.
COV. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Madam.
MRS. JOUR. What business have you to speak to me, you?
COV. One word.
MRS. JOUR. I'll have nothing to do with your word.
COV. (_to_ MR. JOURDAIN). Sir, if she will only listen to a word
in private, I promise you to make her consent to all you want.
MRS. JOUR. I will never consent to it.
COV. Only hear me.
MRS. JOUR. No.
MR. JOUR. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Hear him.
MRS. JOUR. No; I will not hear him.
MR. JOUR. He will tell you....
MRS. JOUR. I don't want him to tell me anything.
MR. JOUR. Did ever anybody see such obstinacy in a woman! Would it
hurt you to hear him?
COV. Only listen to me; you may do what you please afterwards.
MRS. JOUR. Well, what?
COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). We have made signs to you for
the last hour. Do you not see that all this is done to fit in with the
fancies of your husband? that we are imposing upon him under this
disguise, and that it is Cleonte himself who is the son of the Grand
Turk?
MRS. JOUR. (_aside, to_ COVIELLE). Oh! oh!
COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). And that it is I, Covielle, who
am the interpreter?
MRS. JOUR. (_aside, to _COVIELLE). Ah! if it is so, I give in.
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