Har. Yes, provided you order me a new suit of clothes for the wedding.
Ans. Agreed! Let us go and enjoy the blessings this happy day brings us.
Off. Stop, Sirs, stop; softly, if you please. Who is to pay me for my writing?
Har. We have nothing to do with your writing.
Off. Indeed! and yet I do not pretend to have done it for nothing.
Har. (showing Master Jacques). There is a fellow you can hang in payment!
Jac. Alas! what is one to do? I receive a good cudgelling for telling the truth, and now they would hang me for lying.
Ans. Mr. Harpagon, you must forgive him this piece of imposture.
Har. You will pay the officer then?
Ans. Let it be so. Let us go quickly, my children, to share our joy with your mother!