DORANTE: The account is quite right. Five thousand sixty livres. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: One thousand eight hundred thirty-two livres to your plume-maker. DORANTE: Exactly. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Two thousand seven hundred eighty livres to your tailor. DORANTE: It's true. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Four thousand three hundred seventy-nine livres twelve sols eight deniers to your tradesman. DORANTE: Quite right. Twelve sols eight deniers. The account is exact. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: And one thousand seven hundred forty-eight livres seven sols four deniers to your saddler. DORANTE: All that is true. What does that come to? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Sum total, fifteen thousand eight hundred livres. DORANTE: The sum total is exact: fifteen thousand eight hundred livres. To which add two hundred pistoles that you are going to give me, which will make exactly eighteen thousand francs, which I shall pay you at the first opportunity. MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) Well, didn't I predict it? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Peace! DORANTE: Will that inconvenience you, to give me the amount I say? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Oh, no! MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) That man is making a milk-cow out of you! MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Be quiet! DORANTE: If that inconveniences you, I will seek it somewhere else. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: NO, Sir. MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) He won't be content until he's ruined you. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Be quiet, I tell you. DORANTE: You have only to tell me if that embarrasses you. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Not at all, sir. MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) He's a real wheedler! MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Hush. MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) He'll drain you to the last sou. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Will you be quiet? DORANTE: I have a number of people who would gladly lend it to me; but since you are my best friend, I believed I might do you wrong if I asked someone else for it. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: It's too great an honor, sir, that you do me. I'll go get it for you. MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) What! You're going to give it to him again? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What can I do? Do you want me to refuse a man of this station, who spoke about me this morning in the King's bedchamber? MADAME JOURDAIN: (Aside) Go on, you're a true dupe. ACT THREE SCENE V (Dorante, Madame Jourdain, Nicole) DORANTE: You appear to be very melancholy. What is wrong, Madame Jourdain? MADAME JOURDAIN: I have a head bigger than my fist, even if it's not swollen. DORANTE: Mademoiselle, your daughter, where is she that I don't see her? MADAME JOURDAIN: Mademoiselle my daughter is right where she is. DORANTE: How is she getting on? MADAME JOURDAIN: She "gets on" on her two legs. DORANTE: Wouldn't you like to come with her one of these days to see the ballet and the comedy they are putting on at court? MADAME JOURDAIN: Yes truly, we have a great desire to laugh, a very great desire to laugh. DORANTE: I think, Madame Jourdain, that you must have had many admirers in your youth, beautiful and good humored as you were.