Har. Ah! (Aside) Has the fear of justice made him lose his senses? (To Valère) What rubbish are you talking about my daughter?
Val. I say, Sir, that I found it most difficult to make her modesty consent to what my love asked of her.
Har. The modesty of whom?
Val. Of your daughter; and it was only yesterday that she could make up her mind to sign our mutual promise of marriage.
Har. My daughter has signed a promise of marriage?
Val. Yes, Sir, and I have also signed.
Har. O heavens! another misfortune!
Jac. (to the Officer). Write, Sir, write.
Har. Aggravation of misery! Excess of despair! (To the Officer) Sir, discharge your duty, and draw me up an indictment against him as a thief and a suborner.
Jac. As a thief and a suborner.