Harpagon. I have no money to give my children in marriage.

Anselme. Well! I have some for them; do not let that trouble you.

Harpagon. Will you undertake to defray all the expenses of these two weddings?

Anselme. Yes, I undertake it. Are you satisfied?

Harpagon. Yes, provided that you will order me a suit for the nuptials.

Anselme. That is agreed. Let us go and rejoice in the happiness which this day brings us.

Magistrate. Hullo! gentlemen, hullo! Gently, if you please. Who is to pay for my writing?

Harpagon. We have nothing to do with your writings.

Magistrate. Yes! but I do not pretend to have written for nothing.

Harpagon (pointing to Master Jacques). For your payment, there is a man of whom I make you a present; and you may hang him.

Jacques. Alas! how must one act? I get cudgel-blows for speaking the truth; and they wish to hang me for telling a lie!

Anselme. M. Harpagon, you must forgive him this imposture.

Harpagon. Will you pay the magistrate, then?

Anselme. Be it so. Come let us go quickly to share our joy with your mother.

Harpagon. And I, to see my dear cash-box.

The End