MRS. JOUR. It is because there is no possibility of making you wise; and you go from folly to folly. What are your intentions? and what do you mean to do with all this assembly of people? MR. JOUR. I wish to marry my daughter to the son of the Grand Turk. MRS. JOUR. To the son of the Grand Turk? MR. JOUR. (_showing_ COVIELLE). Yes; ask the interpreter to present your compliments to him from you. MRS. JOUR. I have no need of an interpreter, and I can tell him myself easily to his face that he shall not have my daughter. MR. JOUR. Will you be silent? I ask once more. DOR. What! Mrs. Jourdain, you oppose yourself to such an honour as this? You refuse his Turkish highness for a son-in-law? MRS. JOUR. Good gracious, Sir! Mind your own business, if you please. DORI. It is an honour by no means to be rejected. MRS. JOUR. I pray you also not to trouble yourself with that which is no concern of yours. DOR. It is the friendship we have for you which makes us interest ourselves in your welfare. MRS. JOUR. I can do very well without your friendship. DOR. You see that your daughter yields to her father's will. MRS. JOUR. My daughter consents to marry a Turk? DOR. Certainly. MRS. JOUR. She can forget Cleonte? DOR. What will not one do to be a grand lady? MRS. JOUR. I would strangle her with my own hands if she had done such a thing. MR. JOUR. Too much prating by half! I tell you the marriage shall take place. MRS. JOUR. And I tell you that it shan't. MR. JOUR. Ah! what a row! LUC. Mother! MRS. JOUR. Leave me alone, you are a bad girl. MR. JOUR. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). What! you scold her because she is obedient to me? MRS. JOUR. Certainly; she belongs to me as much as she belongs to you. COV. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Madam. MRS. JOUR. What business have you to speak to me, you? COV. One word. MRS. JOUR. I'll have nothing to do with your word. COV. (_to_ MR. JOURDAIN). Sir, if she will only listen to a word in private, I promise you to make her consent to all you want. MRS. JOUR. I will never consent to it. COV. Only hear me. MRS. JOUR. No. MR. JOUR. (_to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Hear him. MRS. JOUR. No; I will not hear him. MR. JOUR. He will tell you.... MRS. JOUR. I don't want him to tell me anything. MR. JOUR. Did ever anybody see such obstinacy in a woman! Would it hurt you to hear him? COV. Only listen to me; you may do what you please afterwards. MRS. JOUR. Well, what? COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). We have made signs to you for the last hour. Do you not see that all this is done to fit in with the fancies of your husband? that we are imposing upon him under this disguise, and that it is Cleonte himself who is the son of the Grand Turk? MRS. JOUR. (_aside, to_ COVIELLE). Oh! oh! COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). And that it is I, Covielle, who am the interpreter? MRS. JOUR. (_aside, to _COVIELLE). Ah! if it is so, I give in. COV. (_aside, to_ MRS. JOURDAIN). Seem not to have any idea of what's going on.