SCA. Would you have him suffer them to murder him? It is still better to be married than to be dead. ARG. I was not told that the thing had happened in that way. SCA. (_showing_ SILVESTRE). Ask him, if you like; he will tell you the same thing. ARG. (_to_ SILVESTRE). Was he married against his wish? SIL. Yes, Sir. SCA. Do you think I would tell you an untruth? ARG. Then he should have gone at once to a lawyer to protest against the violence. SCA. It is the very thing he would not do. ARG. It would have made it easier for me to break off the marriage. SCA. Break off the marriage? ARG. Yes SCA. You will not break it off. ARG. I shall not break it off? SCA. No. ARG. What! Have I not on my side the rights of a father, and can I not have satisfaction for the violence done to my son? SCA. This is a thing he will not consent to. ARG. He will not consent to it? SCA. No. ARG. My son? SCA. Your son. Would you have him acknowledge that he was frightened, and that he yielded by force to what was wanted of him? He will take care not to confess that; it would be to wrong himself, and show himself unworthy of a father like you. ARG. I don't care for all that. SCA. He must, for his own honour and yours, say that he married of his own free will. ARG. And I wish for my own honour, and for his, that he should say the contrary. SCA. I am sure he will not do that. ARG. I shall soon make him do it. SCA. He will not acknowledge it, I tell you. ARG. He shall do it, or I will disinherit him. SCA. You? ARG. I. SCA. Nonsense! ARG. How nonsense? SCA. You will not disinherit him. ARG. I shall not disinherit him? SCA. No. ARG. No? SCA. No. ARG. Well! This is really too much! I shall not disinherit my son! SCA. No, I tell you. ARG. Who will hinder me? SCA. You yourself. ARG. I? SCA. Yes; you will never have the heart to do it. ARG. I shall have the heart. SCA. You are joking. ARG. I am not joking. SCA. Paternal love will carry the day. ARG. No, it will not. SCA. Yes, yes. ARG. I tell you that I will disinherit him. SCA. Rubbish. ARG. You may say rubbish; but I will. SCA. Gracious me, I know that you are naturally a kind-hearted man. ARG. No, I am not kind-hearted; I can be angry when I choose. Leave off talking; you put me out of all patience. (_To_ SYLVESTRE) Go, you rascal, run and fetch my son, while I go to Mr. Géronte and tell him of my misfortune. SCA. Sir, if I can be useful to you in any way, you have but to order me. ARG. I thank you. (_Aside_) Ah! Why is he my only son? Oh! that I had with me the daughter that Heaven has taken away from me, so that I might make her my heir. SCENE VII.--SCAPIN, SYLVESTRE. SIL. You are a great man, I must confess; and things are in a fair way to succeed. But, on the other hand, we are greatly pressed for money, and we have people dunning us.