Ber. You intend to please somebody by so doing.
Arg. I understand what you mean. You always come back to that, and my wife is very much in your way.
Ber. Well, yes, brother; since I must speak out, it is your wife I mean; for I can no more bear with your infatuation about doctors than with your infatuation about your wife, and see you run headlong into every snare she lays for you.
Toi. Ah! Sir, don’t talk so of mistress. She is a person against whom there is nothing to be said; a woman without deceit, and who loves master—ah! who loves him.... I can’t express how much.
Arg. (to Béralde). Just ask her all the caresses she lavishes for me.
Toi. Yes, indeed!
Arg. And all the uneasiness my sickness causes her.
Toi. Certainly.
Arg. And the care and trouble she takes about me.
Toi. Quite right. (To Béralde) Will you let me convince you; and to show you at once how my mistress loves my master. (To Argan) Sir, allow me to undeceive him, and to show him his mistake.