The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama
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The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama
Drama; Poetry
SGANARELLE: Yes; let me manage it. I have remedies
for everything, and our apothecary is the man for
this cure. (_He calls the apothecary, and speaks to him_.)
You see that the passion she has for this Léandre is quite
against the wishes of her father, and that it is necessary
to find a prompt remedy for the evil, which will only
become worse by delay. For my part, I see but one
remedy, a dose of purgative flight suitably mixed with
two drachms of matrimony in pills. Go and take a little
turn in the garden with her to prepare the humours,
while I talk here with her father; but, above all, lose
no time. Apply the remedy at once--apply the specific
remedy.
[_Exeunt_ LÉANDRE _and_ LUCINDE. _Enter_ LUCAS _and_
MARTINE.
LUCAS: Your daughter has run away with Léandre.
He was the apothecary, and this is the doctor who has
performed the operation.
GÉRONTE: Quick, fetch the police, and prevent him
from going off! Oh, traitor, I will have you punished
by law.
LUCAS: You shall hang for this, doctor! Don't stir a
step from here!
[_Re-enter_ LÉANDRE _and_ LUCINDE.
LÉANDRE: Monsieur, I appear before you as Léandre,
and to restore Lucinde to your authority. We intended
to go off and to get married, but this undertaking has
given place to a more honourable proceeding. It is only
from your hands that I will receive Lucinde. I have
to tell you, monsieur, that I have just received letters
from which I learn that my uncle is dead, and that I am
the heir to all his property.
GÉRONTE: Monsieur, your virtue merits every consideration,
and I give you my daughter with the greatest
pleasure in the world.
SGANARELLE: Physic has had a narrow escape.
MARTINE: Since you are not going to be hanged, you
may thank me for making you a doctor. It was I who
gained you that honour.
SGANARELLE: I forgive you the beating because of the
dignity to which you have raised me, but be prepared
henceforth to show great respect towards a man of my
consequence; and remember that a doctor's anger is
more to be feared than folk imagine.
(MOLIÈRE: _Continued in Vol. XVIII_)
_Printed in the United States of America_
FOOTNOTES:
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