The Miser. Жан-Батист Мольер

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СКАЧАТЬ Fl. Why do you trouble yourself so much about what I say?

      Har. I trouble myself because I think it right to do so.

      La Fl. Do you think I am speaking about you?

      Har. I think what I think; but I insist upon your telling me to whom you speak when you say that.

      La Fl. To whom I speak? I am speaking to the inside of my hat.

      Har. And I will, perhaps, speak to the outside of your head.

      La Fl. Would you prevent me from cursing misers?

      Har. No; but I will prevent you from prating and from being insolent. Hold your tongue, will you?

      La Fl. I name nobody.

      Har. Another word, and I'll thrash you.

      La Fl. He whom the cap fits, let him wear it.

      Har. Will you be silent?

      La Fl. Yes; much against my will.

      Har. Ah! ah!

      La Fl. (showing Harpagon one of his doublet pockets). Just look, here is one more pocket. Are you satisfied?

      Har. Come, give it up to me without all that fuss.

      La Fl. Give you what?

      Har. What you have stolen from me.

      La Fl. I have stolen nothing at all from you.

      Har. Are you telling the truth?

      La Fl. Yes.

      Har. Good-bye, then, and now you may go to the devil.

      La Fl. (aside). That's a nice way of dismissing anyone.

      Har. I leave it to your conscience, remember!

      SCENE IV. – HARPAGON (alone.)

      This rascally valet is a constant vexation to me; and I hate the very sight of the good-for-nothing cripple. Really, it is no small anxiety to keep by one a large sum of money; and happy is the man who has all his cash well invested, and who needs not keep by him more than he wants for his daily expenses. I am not a little puzzled to find in the whole of this house a safe hiding-place. Don't speak to me of your strong boxes, I will never trust to them. Why, they are just the very things thieves set upon!

      SCENE V. – HARPAGON, ÉLISE and CLÉANTE are seen talking together at the back of the stage

      Har. (thinking himself alone.) Meanwhile, I hardly know whether I did right to bury in my garden the ten thousand crowns which were paid to me yesterday. Ten thousand crowns in gold is a sum sufficiently … (Aside, on perceiving Élise and Cléante whispering together) Good heavens! I have betrayed myself; my warmth has carried me away. I believe I spoke aloud while reasoning with myself. (To Cléante and Élise) What do you want?

      Cle. Nothing, father.

      Har. Have you been here long?

      Eli. We have only just come.

      Har. Did you hear…?

      Cle. What, father?

      Har. There…!

      Cle. What?

      Har. What I was just now saying.

      Cle. No.

      Har. You did. I know you did.

      Eli. I beg your pardon, father, but we did not.

      Har. I see well enough that you overheard a few words. The fact is, I was only talking to myself about the trouble one has nowadays to raise any money; and I was saying that he is a fortunate man who has ten thousand crowns in his house.

      Cle. We were afraid of coming near you, for fear of intruding.

      Har. I am very glad to tell you this, so that you may not misinterpret things, and imagine that I said that it was I who have ten thousand crowns.

      Cle. We do not wish to interfere in your affairs.

      Har. Would that I had them, these ten thousand crowns!

      Cle. I should not think that …

      Har. What a capital affair it would be for me.

      Cle. There are things …

      Har. I greatly need them.

      Cle. I fancy that …

      Har. It would suit me exceedingly well.

      Eli. You are …

      Har. And I should not have to complain, as I do now, that the times are bad.

      Cle. Hear me, father, you have no reason to complain; and everyone knows that you are well enough off.

      Har. How? I am well enough off! Those who say it are liars. Nothing can be more false; and they are scoundrels who spread such reports.

      Eli. Don't be angry.

      Har. It is strange that my own children betray me and become my enemies.

      Cle. Is it being your enemy to say that you have wealth?

      Har. Yes, it is. Such talk and your extravagant expenses will be the cause that some day thieves will come and cut my throat, in the belief that I am made of gold.

      Cle. What extravagant expenses do I indulge in?

      Har. What! Is there anything more scandalous than this sumptuous attire with which you jaunt it about the town? I was remonstrating with your sister yesterday, but you are still worse. It cries vengeance to heaven; and were we to calculate all you are wearing, from head to foot, we should find enough for a good annuity. I have told you a hundred times, my son, that your manners displease me exceedingly; you affect the marquis terribly, and for you to be always dressed as you are, you must certainly rob me.

      Cle. Rob you? And how?

      Har. How should I know? Where else could you find money enough to clothe yourself as you do?

      Cle. I, father? I play; and as I am very lucky, I spend in clothes all the money I win.

      Har. It is very wrong. If you are lucky at play, you should profit by it, and place the money you win at decent interest, so that you may find it again some day. I should like to know, for instance, without mentioning the rest, what need there is for all these ribbons with which you are decked from head to foot, and if half a dozen tags are not sufficient to fasten your breeches. What necessity is there for anyone to spend money upon wigs, when we have hair of our own growth, which costs nothing. I will lay a wager that, in wigs and ribbons alone, there are certainly twenty pistoles spent, and twenty pistoles brings in at least eighteen livres six sous eight deniers per annum, at only eight per cent interest.

      Cle. You are quite right.

      Har. Enough on this subject; let us talk of something СКАЧАТЬ