Gr.-Re. (to Gorgibus). Where do you think the doctor is now?
Gor. He is gone away.
Gr.-Re. (who has picked up Sganarelle's gown). I hold him under my arm. There is the knave who played the doctor and deceived you; and, while he is deceiving you and playing you off, Valère and your daughter are together, doing all they like.
Gor. Ah! how unfortunate I am! But you shall be hanged! you knave! you scoundrel!
Sgan. Why, sir, what good will it do you to hang me? Hear a word or two, I beg of you. It is true that, thanks to my stratagem, my master is with your daughter; but, while serving him, I have done you no wrong. It is a good match for her, both as to birth and money. Believe me, do not make a scandal which would turn to your shame; but send this knave here to the devil along with Villebrequin. But here are our lovers.
SCENE XV.——VALÈRE, LUCILE, GORGIBUS, SGANARELLE.
Val. We come to ask you to forgive us.
Gor. I forgive you; and, on seeing such a good son-in-law, think myself happily deceived by Sganarelle. Now, let us all go to the wedding, and drink the health of the company.