SCENE VI.—ARISTE, SGANARELLE.
AR. Who knocks? Why, what do you want, brother?
SGAN. Come, my fine teacher, my superannuated buck; I shall have something pretty to show you.
AR. How?
SGAN. I bring you good news.
AR. What is it?
SGAN. Where is your Léonor, pray?
AR. Why this question? She is, as I think, at a friend's house at a ball.
SGAN. Eh! Oh yes! Follow me; you shall see to what ball Missy is gone.
AR. What do you mean?
SGAN. You have brought her up very well indeed. It is not good to be always finding fault; the mind is captivated by much tenderness; and suspicious precautions, bolts, and bars, make neither wives nor maids virtuous; we cause them to do evil by so much austerity; their sex demands a little freedom. Of a verity she has taken her fill of it, the artful girl; and with her, virtue has grown very complaisant.
AR. What is the drift of such a speech?
SGAN. Bravo, my elder brother! it is what you richly deserve; I would not for twenty pistoles that you should have missed this fruit of your silly maxims. Look what our lessons have produced in these two sisters: the one avoids the gallants, the other runs after them.
AR. If you will not make your riddle clearer…
SGAN. The riddle is that her ball is at Valère's; that I saw her go to him under cover of night, and that she is at this moment in his arms.
AR. Who?
SGAN. Léonor.
AR. A truce to jokes, I beg of you.
SGAN. I joke… He is excellent with his joking! Poor fellow! I tell you, and tell you again, that Valère has your Léonor in his house, and that they had pledged each other before he dreamed of running after Isabella.
AR. This story is so very improbable…
SGAN. He will not believe it, even when he sees it. I am getting angry; upon my word, old age is not good for much when brains are wanting!
(Laying his finger on his forehead).
AR. What! brother, you mean to…
SGAN. I mean nothing, upon my soul! Only follow me. Your mind shall be satisfied directly. You shall see whether I am deceiving you, and whether they have not pledged their troth for more than a year past.
AR. Is it likely she could thus have agreed to this engagement without telling me?—me! who in everything, from her infancy, ever displayed towards her a complete readiness to please, and who a hundred times protested I would never force her inclinations.
SGAN. Well, your own eyes shall judge of the matter. I have already brought here a magistrate and a notary. We are concerned that the promised marriage shall at once restore to her the honour she has lost; for I do not suppose you are so mean-spirited as to wish to marry her with this stain upon her, unless you have still some arguments to raise you above all kinds of ridicule.
AR. For my part, I shall never be so weak as wish to possess a heart in spite of itself. But, after all, I cannot believe…
SGAN. What speeches you make! Come, this might go on for ever.