Toi. Well, scold as much as you please; do as you like.
Arg. You prevent me, you hussy, by interrupting me every moment.
Toi. If you have the pleasure of scolding, I surely can have that of crying. Let every one have his fancy; ’tis but right. Oh! oh!
Arg. I must give it up, I suppose. Take this away, take this away, you jade. Be careful to have some broth ready, for the other that I am to take soon.
Toi. This Mr. Fleurant and Mr. Purgon amuse themselves finely with your body. They have a rare milch-cow in you, I must say; and I should like them to tell me what disease it is you have for them to physic you so.
Arg. Hold your tongue, simpleton; it is not for you to control the decrees of the faculty. Ask my daughter Angélique to come to me. I have something to tell her.
Toi. Here she is, coming of her own accord; she must have guessed your thoughts.
SCENE III.—ARGAN, ANGÉLIQUE, TOINETTE.
Arg. You come just in time; I want to speak to you.
Ang. I am quite ready to hear you.