Raise
yourself a little for me to put this under you. Let us put this one
for you to lean upon, and this one on the other side; this one behind
your back, and this other to support your head.
TOI. (_clapping a pillow rudely on his head_). And this other to
keep you from the evening damp.
ARG. (_rising angrily, and throwing the pillows after_ TOINETTE,
_who runs away_). Ah, wretch! you want to smother me.
SCENE VIII.--ARGAN, BELINE.
BEL. Now, now; what is it again?
ARG. (_throwing himself in his chair_). Ah! I can hold out no
longer.
BEL. But why do you fly into such a passion? she thought she was doing
right.
ARG. You don't know, darling, the wickedness of that villainous
baggage. She has altogether upset me, and I shall want more than eight
different mixtures and twelve injections to remedy the evil.
BEL. Come, come, my dearie, compose yourself a little.
ARG. Lovey, you are my only consolation.
BEL. Poor little pet!
ARG. To repay you for all the love you have for me, my darling, I
will, as I told you, make my will.
BEL. Ah, my soul I do not let us speak of that, I beseech you. I
cannot bear to think of it, and the very word "will" makes me die of
grief.
ARG. I had asked you to speak to our notary about it.
BEL. There he is, close at hand; I have brought him with me.
ARG. Make him come in then, my life!
BEL.
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