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?
TOI. The reason is that your daughter will never consent to it.
ARG. My daughter will not consent to it?
TOI. No.
ARG. My daughter?
TOI. Your daughter. She will tell you that she has no need of Mr.
Diafoirus, nor of his son, Mr. Thomas Diafoirus, nor all the
Diafoiruses in the world.
ARG. But I have need of them. Besides, the match is more advantageous
than you think. Mr. Diafoirus has only this son for his heir; and,
moreover, Mr. Purgon, who has neither wife nor child, gives all he has
in favour of this marriage; and Mr. Purgon is a man worth eight
thousand francs a year.
TOI. What a lot of people he must have killed to have become so rich!
ARG. Eight thousand francs is something, without counting the property
of the father.
TOI. That is very well, Sir, but, all the same, I advise you, between
ourselves, to choose another husband for her; she is not of a make to
become a Mrs.
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