Arg. My wife had rightly told me, Sir, that you were a very clever and honest man. What can I do, pray, to give her my fortune and deprive my children of it?
Mr. de Bon. What you can do? You can discreetly choose a friend of your wife, to whom you will give all you own in due form by your will, and that friend will give it up to her afterwards; or else you can sign a great many safe bonds in favour of various creditors who will lend their names to your wife, and in whose hands they will leave a declaration that what was done was only to serve her. You can also in your lifetime put in her hands ready money and bills which you can make payable to bearer.
Bel. Alas! you must not trouble yourself about all that. If I lose you, my child, I will stay no longer in the world.
Arg. My darling!
Bel. Yes, my pet, if I were unfortunate enough to lose you
Arg. My dear wifey!
Bel. Life would be nothing to me.
Arg. My love!
Bel. And I would follow you to the grave, to show you all the tenderness I feel for you.
Arg. You will break my heart, deary; comfort yourself, I beseech you.
Mr. de Bon. (to BÉLINE). These tears are unseasonable; things have not come to that yet.
Bel. Ah, Sir! you don't know what it is to have a husband one loves tenderly.
Arg. All the regret I shall have, if I die, my darling, will be to have no child from you. Mr. Purgon told me he would make me have one.
Mr. de Bon. That may come still.
Arg. I must make my will, deary, according to what this gentleman advises; but, out of precaution, I will give you the twenty thousand francs in gold which I have in the wainscoting of the recess of my room, and two bills payable to bearer which are due to me, one from Mr. Damon, the other from Mr. Géronte.
Bel. No, no! I will have nothing to do with all that. Ah! How much do you say there is in the recess?
Arg. Twenty thousand francs, darling.
Bel. Don't speak to me of your money, I beseech you. Ah! How much are the two bills for?
Arg. One, my love, is for four thousand francs, and the other for six thousand.
Bel. All the wealth in the world, my soul, is nothing to me compared to you.
Mr. de Bon. (toArgan). Shall we draw up the will?
Arg. Yes, Sir. But we shall be more comfortable in my own little study. Help me, my love.
Bel. Come, my poor, dear child.
SCENE X. ANGÉLIQUE, TOINETTE
Toi. They are shut up with the notary, and I heard something about a will; your mother-in-law doesn't go to sleep; it is, no doubt, some conspiracy of hers against your interests to which she is urging your father.
Ang. Let him dispose of his money as he likes, as long as he does not dispose of my heart in the same way. You see, Toinette, to what violence it is subjected. Do not forsake me, I beseech you, in this my extremity.
Toi. I forsake you! I had rather die. In vain does your stepmother try to take me into her confidence, and make me espouse her interests. I never could like her, and I have always been on your side. Trust me, I will do every thing to serve you. But, in order to serve you more effectually, I shall change my tactics, hide my wish to help you, and affect to enter into the feelings of your father and your stepmother.
Ang. Try, I beseech you, to let Cléante know about the marriage they have decided upon.
Toi. I have nobody to employ for that duty but the old usurer Punchinello, my lover; it will cost me a few honeyed words, which I am most willing to spend for you. To-day it is too late for that, but to-morrow morning early I will send for him, and he will be delighted to