Mar. It would be …
Cle. (still hindering Marianne from returning it). No; I tell you, you will offend him.
Mar. Pray …
Cle. By no means.
Har. (aside). Plague take …
Cle. He is perfectly shocked at your refusal.
Har. (aside, to his son). Ah! traitor!
Cle. (to Marianne). You see he is in despair.
Har. (aside, to his son, threatening him). You villain!
Cle. Really, father, it is not my fault. I do all I can to persuade her to accept it; but she is obstinate.