Ah! father, don't make yourself ill.
ARG. (_to_ ANGELIQUE). If you don't stop her, I will refuse you
my blessing.
TOI. (_going away_). And I will disinherit her if she obeys you.
ARG. (_throwing himself into his chair_). Ah! I am done for. It
is enough to kill me!
SCENE VI.--BELINE, ARGAN.
ARG. Ah! come near, my wife.
BEL. What ails you, my poor, dear husband?
ARG. Come to my help.
BEL. What is the matter, my little darling child?
ARG. My love.
BEL. My love.
ARG. They have just put me in a rage.
BEL. Alas! my poor little husband! How was that, my own dear pet?
ARG. That jade of yours, Toinette, has grown more insolent than ever.
BEL. Don't excite yourself.
ARG. She has put me in a rage, my dove.
BEL. Gently, my child.
ARG. She has been thwarting me for the last hour about everything I
want to do.
BEL. There, there; never mind.
ARG. And has had the impudence to say that I am not ill.
BEL. She is an impertinent hussy.
ARG. You know, my soul, what the truth is?
BEL. Yes, my darling, she is wrong.
ARG. My own dear, that jade will be the death of me.
BEL. Now, don't, don't.
ARG. She is the cause of all my bile.
BEL. Don't be so angry.
ARG. And I have asked you ever so many times to send her away.
BEL. Alas! my child, there is no servant without defects. We are
obliged to put up at times with their bad qualities on account of
their good ones.
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