CLE. Disown me. HAR. I disinherit you. CLE. As you will. HAR. I give you my curse. CLE. I want none of your gifts. SCENE VI.--CLÉANTE, LA FLÈCHE. LA FL. (_leaving the garden with a casket_). Ah! Sir, you are just in the nick of time. Quick! follow me. CLE. What is the matter? LA FL. Follow me, I say. We are saved. CLE. How? LA FL. Here is all you want. CLE. What? LA FL. I have watched for this all day. CLE. What is it? LA FL. Your father's treasure that I have got hold of. CLE. How did you manage it? LA FL. I will tell you all about it. Let us be off. I can hear him calling out. SCENE VII.--HARPAGON, _from the garden, rushing in without his hat, and crying_-- Thieves! thieves! assassins! murder! Justice, just heavens! I am undone; I am murdered; they have cut my throat; they have stolen my money! Who can it be? What has become of him? Where is he? Where is he hiding himself? What shall I do to find him? Where shall I run? Where shall I not run? Is he not here? Who is this? Stop! (_To himself, taking hold of his own arm_) Give me back my money, wretch.... Ah...! it is myself.... My mind is wandering, and I know not where I am, who I am, and what I am doing. Alas! my poor money! my poor money! my dearest friend, they have bereaved me of thee; and since thou art gone, I have lost my support, my consolation, and my joy. All is ended for me, and I have nothing more to do in the world! Without thee it is impossible for me to live. It is all over with me; I can bear it no longer. I am dying; I am dead; I am buried. Is there nobody who will call me from the dead, by restoring my dear money to me, or by telling me who has taken it? Ah! what is it you say? It is no one. Whoever has committed the deed must have watched carefully for his opportunity, and must have chosen the very moment when I was talking with my miscreant of a son. I must go. I will demand justice, and have the whole of my house put to the torture--my maids and my valets, my son, my daughter, and myself too. What a crowd of people are assembled here! Everyone seems to be my thief. I see no one who does not rouse suspicion in me. Ha! what are they speaking of there? Of him who stole my money? What noise is that up yonder? Is it my thief who is there? For pity's sake, if you know anything of my thief, I beseech you to tell me. Is he hiding there among you? They all look at me and laugh. We shall see that they all have a share in the robbery. Quick! magistrates, police, provosts, judges, racks, gibbets, and executioners. I will hang everybody, and if I do not find my money, I will hang myself afterwards. ACT V. SCENE I.--HARPAGON, A POLICE OFFICER. OFF. Leave that to me. I know my business. Thank Heaven! this is not the first time I have been employed in finding out thieves; and I wish I had as many bags of a thousand francs as I have had people hanged.