Har. I know pretty well how to disengage you, I assure you of that.
Val. Nothing but death can separate us.
Har. You must be devilishly bewitched by my money.
Val. I have told you already, Sir, that it is not self-interest which has prompted me to what I have done. It was not that which prompted my heart; a nobler motive inspired me.
Har. We shall hear presently that it is out of Christian charity that he covets my money! But I will put a stop to all this, and justice, impudent rascal, will soon give me satisfaction.
Val. You will do as you please, and I am ready to suffer all the violence you care to inflict upon me, but I beg of you to believe, at least, that if there is any harm done, I am the only one guilty, and that your daughter has done nothing wrong in all this.
Har. I should think not! It would be strange, indeed, if my daughter had a share in this crime. But I will have that treasure back again, and you must confess to what place you have carried it off. [6]
Val. I have not carried it off, and it is still in your house.
Har. (aside). O my beloved casket! (To Valère) My treasure has not left my house?
Val. No, Sir.