The Imaginary Invalid. Жан-Батист Мольер

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Arg. You have no business to say "Rubbish."

      Toi. I know you well enough; you are naturally kind-hearted.

      Arg. (angrily). I am not kind-hearted, and I am ill-natured when I like.

      Toi. Gently, Sir, you forget that you are ill.

      Arg. I command her to prepare herself to take the husband I have fixed upon.

      Toi. And I decidedly forbid her to do anything of the kind.

      Arg. What have we come to? And what boldness is this for a scrub of a servant to speak in such a way before her master?

      Toi. When a master does not consider what he is doing, a sensible servant should set him right.

      Arg. (running after Toinette). Ah, impudent girl, I will kill you!

      Toi. (avoiding Argan, and putting the chair between her and him). It is my duty to oppose what would be a dishonour to you.

      Arg. (running after Toinette with his cane in his hand). Come here, come here, let me teach you how to speak.

      Toi. (running to the opposite side of the chair). I interest myself in your affairs as I ought to do, and I don't wish to see you commit any folly.

      Arg. (as before). Jade!

      Toi. (as before). No, I will never consent to this marriage.

      Arg. (as before). Worthless hussy!

      Toi. (as before). I won't have her marry your Thomas Diafoirus.

      Arg. (as before). Vixen!

      Toi. (as before). She will obey me sooner than you.

      Arg. (stopping). Angélique, won't you stop that jade for me?

      Ang. Ah! father, don't make yourself ill.

      Arg. (to Angélique). If you don't stop her, I will refuse you my blessing.

      Toi. (going away). And I will disinherit her if she obeys you.

      Arg. (throwing himself into his chair). Ah! I am done for. It is enough to kill me!

      SCENE VI. – BÉLINE, ARGAN

      Arg. Ah! come near, my wife.

      Bel. What ails you, my poor, dear husband?

      Arg. Come to my help.

      Bel. What is the matter, my little darling child?

      Arg. My love.

      Bel. My love.

      Arg. They have just put me in a rage.

      Bel. Alas! my poor little husband! How was that, my own dear pet?

      Arg. That jade of yours, Toinette, has grown more insolent than ever.

      Bel. Don't excite yourself.

      Arg. She has put me in a rage, my dove.

      Bel. Gently, my child.

      Arg. She has been thwarting me for the last hour about everything I want to do.

      Bel. There, there; never mind.

      Arg. And has had the impudence to say that I am not ill.

      Bel. She is an impertinent hussy.

      Arg. You know, my soul, what the truth is?

      Bel. Yes, my darling, she is wrong.

      Arg. My own dear, that jade will be the death of me.

      Bel. Now, don't, don't.

      Arg. She is the cause of all my bile.

      Bel. Don't be so angry.

      Arg. And I have asked you ever so many times to send her away.

      Bel. Alas! my child, there is no servant without defects. We are obliged to put up at times with their bad qualities on account of their good ones. The girl is skilful, careful, diligent, and, above all, honest; and you know that in our days we must be very careful what people we take into our house. I say, Toinette.

      SCENE VII. – ARGAN, BÉLINE, TOINETTE

      Toi. Madam.

      Bel. How is this? Why do you put my husband in a passion?

      Toi. (in a soft tone). I, Madam? Alas! I don't know what you mean, and my only aim is to please master in everything.

      Arg. Ah! the deceitful girl!

      Toi. He said to us that he wished to marry his daughter to the son of Mr. Diafoirus. I told him that I thought the match very advantageous for her, but that I believed he would do better to put her in a convent.

      Bel. There is not much harm in that, and I think that she is right.

      Arg. Ah! deary, do you believe her? She is a vile girl, and has said a hundred insolent things to me.

      Bel. Well, I believe you, my dear. Come, compose yourself; and you, Toinette, listen to me. If ever you make my husband angry again, I will send you away. Come, give me his fur cloak and some pillows, that I may make him comfortable in his arm-chair. You are all anyhow. Pull your night-cap right down over your ears; there is nothing that gives people such bad colds as letting in the air through the ears.

      Arg. Ah, deary! how much obliged I am to you for all the care you take of me.

      Bel. (adjusting the pillows, which she puts round him). Raise yourself a little for me to put this under you. Let us put this one for you to lean upon, and this one on the other side; this one behind your back, and this other to support your head.

      Toi. (clapping a pillow rudely on his head). And this other to keep you from the evening damp.

      Arg. (rising angrily, and throwing the pillows after Toinette, who runs away). Ah, wretch! you want to smother me.

      SCENE VIII. – ARGAN, BÉLINE

      Bel. Now, now; what is it again?

      Arg. (throwing himself in his chair). Ah! I can hold out no longer.

      Bel. But why do you fly into such a passion? she thought she was doing right.

      Arg. You don't know, darling, the wickedness of that villainous baggage. She has altogether upset me, and I shall want more than eight different mixtures and twelve injections СКАЧАТЬ