VAL. No, you will hear no complaint from me. The lady assuredly does us both justice, and I shall endeavour to satisfy her wishes. Farewell.
SGAN. Poor fellow! his grief is excessive. Stay, embrace me: I am her second self. (Embraces Valère)
SCENE XV—ISABELLA, SGANARELLE.
SGAN. I think he is greatly to be pitied.
ISA. Not at all.
SGAN. For the rest, your love touches me to the quick, little darling, and I mean it shall have its reward. Eight days are too long for your impatience; to-morrow I will marry you, and will not invite…
ISA. To-morrow!
SGAN. You modestly pretend to shrink from it; but I well know the joy these words afford you; you wish it were already over.
ISA. But…
SGAN. Let us get everything ready for this marriage.