MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes, what impertinence. It is the Count who presents all this to Madame, who is a person of quality. He does me the honor of using my house and of wishing me to be with him. MADAME JOURDAIN: All that's nonsense. I know what I know. DORANTE: Come Madame Jourdain, put on better glasses. MADAME JOURDAIN: I don't need glasses, sir, I see well enough; I have had suspicions for a long time, and I'm not a fool. This is very low of you, of a great lord, to lend a hand as you do to the follies of my husband. And you, Madame, for a great lady, it is neither fine nor honest of you to cause dissension in a household and to allow my husband to be in love with you. DORIMENE: What is she trying to say with all this? Goodness Dorante! You have outdone yourself by exposing me to the absurd fantasies of this ridiculous woman. DORANTE: Madame, wait! Madame, where are you going? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Madame! Monsieur Count, make excuses to her and try to bring her back. Ah! You impertinent creature, this is a fine way to act! You come and insult me in front of everybody, and you drive from me people of quality. MADAME JOURDAIN: I laugh at their quality. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I don't know who holds me back, evil creature, from breaking your head with the remains of the repast you came to disrupt. (The table is removed). MADAME JOURDAIN: (Leaving) I'm not concerned. These are my rights that I defend, and I'll have all wives on my side. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: You do well to avoid my rage. She arrived very inopportunely. I was in the mood to say pretty things, and I had never felt so witty. What's that? ACT FOUR SCENE III (Covielle, disguised; Monsieur Jourdain, Lackey) COVIELLE: Sir, I don't know if I have the honor to be known to you? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: No, sir. COVIELLE: I saw you when you were no taller than that. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Me? COVIELLE: Yes. You were the most beautiful child in the world, and all the ladies took you in their arms to kiss you. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: To kiss me? COVIELLE: Yes, I was a great friend of your late father. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Of my late father? COVIELLE: Yes. He was a very honorable gentleman. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What did you say? COVIELLE: I said that he was a very honorable gentleman. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: My father? COVIELLE: Yes. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: You knew him very well? COVIELLE: Assuredly. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: And you knew him as a gentleman? COVIELLE: Without doubt. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Then I don't know what is going on! COVIELLE: What? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: There are some fools who want to tell me that he was a tradesman. COVIELLE: Him, a tradesman! It's pure slander, he never was one. All that he did was to be very obliging, very ready to help; and, since he was a connoisseur in cloth, he went all over to choose them, had them brought to his house, and gave them to his friends for money.