The Imaginary Invalid. Жан-Батист Мольер

six thousand.

      Bel. All the wealth in the world, my soul, is nothing to me compared to you.

      Mr. de Bon. (to Argan). 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 …