Comedy plays; Hypochondria -- Drama; Molière, 1622-1673 -- Translations into English
TOI. I don’t know who he is, but he is as much like me as two peas,
and if I was not sure that my mother was an honest woman, I should say
that this is a little brother she has given me since my father’s
death.
SCENE IX.—ARGAN, BÉRALDE.
BER. You are served according to your wish. One doctor leaves you,
another comes to replace him.
ARG. I greatly fear that you will cause some misfortune.
BER. Oh! You are harping upon that string again?
ARG. Ah! I have on my mind all those diseases that I don’t understand,
those....
SCENE X.—ARGAN, BÉRALDE, TOINETTE (_dressed as a doctor_).
TOI. Allow me, Sir, to come and pay my respects to you, and to offer
you my small services for all the bleedings and purging you may
require.
ARG. I am much obliged to you, Sir. (_To_ BÉRALDE) Toinette
herself, I declare!
TOI. I beg you will excuse me one moment, Sir. I forgot to give a
small order to my servant.
SCENE XI.—ARGAN, BÉRALDE.
ARG. Would you not say that this is really Toinette?
BER. It is true that the resemblance is very striking. But it is not
the first time that we have seen this kind of thing, and history is
full of those freaks of nature.
ARG. For my part, I am astonished, and....
SCENE XII.—ARGAN, BÉRALDE, TOINETTE.
TOI. What do you want, Sir?
ARG. What?
TOI. Did you not call me?
ARG. I? No.
TOI. My ears must have tingled then.
ARG. Just stop here one moment and see how much that doctor is like
you.
TOI. Ah! yes, indeed, I have plenty of time to waste! Besides, I have
seen enough of him already.
SCENE XIII.—ARGAN, BÉRALDE.
ARG. Had I not seen them both together, I should have believed it was
one and the same person.
BER. I have read wonderful stories about such resemblances; and we
have seen some in our day that have taken in everybody.
ARG. For my part, I should have been deceived this time, and sworn
that the two were but one.
SCENE XIV.—ARGAN, BÉRALDE, TOINETTE (_as a doctor_).
TOI. Sir, I beg your pardon with all my heart.
ARG. (_to_ BÉRALDE). It is wonderful.
TOI. You will not take amiss, I hope, the curiosity I feel to see such
an illustrious patient; and your reputation, which reaches the
farthest ends of the world, must be my excuse for the liberty I am
taking.
ARG. Sir, I am your servant.
TOI. I see, Sir, that you are looking earnestly at me. What age do you
think I am?
ARG. I should think twenty-six or twenty-seven at the utmost.
TOI. Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! I am ninety years old.
ARG. Ninety years old!
TOI. Yes; this is what the secrets of my art have done for me to
preserve me fresh and vigorous as you see.
ARG. Upon my word, a fine youthful old fellow of ninety!
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