Ang. Only just look at him! he is drunk, and returns at this time of night to make a noise and threaten to kill me.
Gor. She is right: it is not at this hour of night you should come home. Why can you not, like a good father of a family, come home early and live at peace with your wife?
Bar. Deuce take me, if I left the house! Ask those gentlemen who are on the terrace there. It is she who has only just come home. Ah! how innocence is always oppressed!
Gor. Well! Come, come, try to agree together, and ask her to forgive you.
Bar. I ask her to forgive me! I had rather the devil flew off with her. I am in such a terrible rage, I hardly know what to do.
Gor. Come, daughter, kiss your husband, and be friends.
SCENE XIII.——THE DOCTOR (in night-gear at another window).
Doc. What! always noise, disorder, dissension, quarrels, strife, disputes, uproar, everlasting altercations? What is it? What can it be? One can have no rest.
Vill. It is nothing, Mr. Doctor, every one is agreed.
Doc. Ah! about being agreed, shall I read you a chapter of Aristotle, where he proves that all the different parts of the universe subsist only through the concord which exists between them?