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ARG. My dear wifey!
BEL. Life would be nothing to me.
ARG. My love!
BEL. And I would follow you to the grave, to show you all the
tenderness I feel for you.
ARG. You will break my heart, deary; comfort yourself, I beseech you.
MR. DE BON. (_to_ BELINE). These tears are unseasonable; things
have not come to that yet.
BEL. Ah, Sir! you don't know what it is to have a husband one loves
tenderly.
ARG. All the regret I shall have, if I die, my darling, will be to
have no child from you. Mr. Purgon told me he would make me have one.
MR. DE BON. That may come still.
ARG. I must make my will, deary, according to what this gentleman
advises; but, out of precaution, I will give you the twenty thousand
francs in gold which I have in the wainscoting of the recess of my
room, and two bills payable to bearer which are due to me, one from
Mr. Damon, the other from Mr. Geronte.
BEL. No, no! I will have nothing to do with all that. Ah! How much do
you say there is in the recess?
ARG. Twenty thousand francs, darling.
BEL. Don't speak to me of your money, I beseech you. Ah! How much are
the two bills for?
ARG. One, my love, is for four thousand francs, and the other for six
thousand.
BEL. All the wealth in the world, my soul, is nothing to me compared
to you.
MR. DE BON. (_to_ ARGAN). Shall we draw up the will?
ARG.
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