ARG. I mean to say that the daughter of Mr. Géronte....
OCT. The daughter of Mr. Géronte will never be anything to me.
GER. It is she who....
OCT. (to GÉRONTE). You need not go on, Sir; I hope you will forgive me, but I shall abide by my resolution.
SIL. (to OCTAVE). Listen....
OCT. Be silent; I will listen to nothing.
ARG. (to OCTAVE). Your wife....
OCT. No, father, I would rather die than lose my dear Hyacintha (crossing the theatre, and placing himself by HYACINTHA). Yes, all you would do is useless; this is the one to whom my heart is engaged. I will have no other wife.
ARG. Well! she it is whom we give you. What a madcap you are never to listen to anything but your own foolish whim.
HYA. (showing GÉRONTE). Yes, Octave, this is my father whom I have found again, and all our troubles are over.