Cle. Yes, very kindly.
Har. And does the daughter return your love?
Cle. If I can believe appearances, she is certainly well disposed towards me.
Har. (aside). Well! I am very glad to have found out this secret; it is the very thing I wanted to know. (To his son) Now, look here, my son, I tell you what. You will have, if you please, to get rid of your love for Marianne, to cease to pay your attentions to a person I intend for myself, and to marry very soon the wife I have chosen for you.
Cle. So, father, it is thus you deceive me! Very well, since things are come to such a pass, I openly declare to you that I shall not give up my love for Marianne. No! understand that henceforth there is nothing from which I shall shrink in order to dispute her with you; and if you have on your side the consent of the mother, perhaps I shall have some other resources left to aid me.
Har. What, rascal! You dare to trespass on my grounds?
Cle. It is you who trespass on mine. I was the first.
Har. Am I not your father, and do you not owe me respect?
Cle. There are things in which children are not called upon to pay deference to their fathers; and love is no respector of persons.
Har. My stick will make you know me better.