MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes. Greet him through the interpreter there. MADAME JOURDAIN: I don't need an interpreter; and I'll tell him straight out myself, to his face, that there is no way he will have my daughter. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I ask again, will you be quiet? DORANTE: What! Madame Jourdain, do you oppose such good fortune as that? You refuse His Turkish Highness as your son-in-law? MADAME JOURDAIN: My Goodness, Sir, mind your own business. DORIMENE: It's a great glory, which is not to be rejected. MADAME JOURDAIN: Madame, I beg you also not to concern yourself with what does not affect you. DORANTE: It's the friendship we have for you that makes us involve ourselves in your interest. MADAME JOURDAIN: I can get along quite well without your friendship. DORANTE: Your daughter here agrees to the wishes of her father. MADAME JOURDAIN: My daughter consents to marry a Turk? DORANTE: Without doubt. MADAME JOURDAIN: She can forget Cleonte? DORANTE: What wouldn't one do to be a great lady? MADAME JOURDAIN: I would strangle her with my own hands if she did something like that. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: That is just so much talk. I tell you, this marriage shall take place. MADAME JOURDAIN: And I say there is no way that it will happen. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Oh, what a row! LUCILE: Mother! MADAME JOURDAIN: Go away, you are a hussy. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What! You quarrel with her for obeying me? MADAME JOURDAIN: Yes. She is mine as much as yours. COVIELLE: Madame! MADAME JOURDAIN: What do you want to tell me? COVIELLE: A word. MADAME JOURDAIN: I want nothing to do with your word. COVIELLE: (To Monsieur Jourdain) Sir, if she will hear a word in private, I promise you to make her consent to what you want. MADAME JOURDAIN: I will never consent to it. COVIELLE: Only listen to me. MADAME JOURDAIN: No. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Listen to him. MADAME JOURDAIN: No, I don't want to listen to him. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: He is going tell you... MADAME JOURDAIN: I don't want him to tell me anything whatsoever. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: There is the great stubbornness of a woman! How can it hurt you to listen to him? COVIELLE: Just listen to me; after that you can do as you please. MADAME JOURDAIN: Alright! What? COVIELLE: (Aside to Madame Jourdain) For an hour, Madame, we've been signaling to you. Don't you see that all this is done only to accommodate ourselves to the fantasies of your husband, that we are fooling him under this disguise and that it is Cleonte himself who is the son of the Grand Turk? MADAME JOURDAIN: Ah! Ah! COVIELLE: And I, Covielle, am the interpreter? MADAME JOURDAIN: Ah! If this is the case then, I surrender. COVIELLE: Don't let on. MADAME JOURDAIN: Yes, it's done, I agree to the marriage. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Ah! Now everyone's reasonable. You didn't want to hear it. I knew he would explain to you what it means to be the son of the Grand Turk.