Gor. Sir, I have just met your brother, who is extremely sorry to …
Sgan. He is a scoundrel, Mr. Gorgibus.
Gor. I assure you that he is so distressed to have put you in a passion, that …
Sgan. He is a drunkard, Mr. Gorgibus.
Gor. Eh! sir, do you wish to drive the poor fellow to despair?
Sgan. Do not speak to me of him. Just fancy that scoundrel's impudence to go and ask you to make his peace for him. I beg of you not to speak of him to me.
Gor. In Heaven's name, sir, do it for my sake! If it is in my power to do anything to oblige you in return, I will do it with all my heart. I gave him my word, and …
Sgan. You entreat me so much, that although I swore I would never forgive him, here, shake hands, I forgive him. I assure you that I impose a great restraint upon myself, and that I must have great regard for you. Farewell, Mr. Gorgibus.
( Gorgibus goes into his house; exit Sganarelle.)