DOR. What thanks I owe you for your anxiety about my fortune! That and my heart are entirely yours, and you can dispose of both as shall seem good to you.
DORI. I will make a right use of both. But here is our man coming.
What an admirable figure!
SCENE III.—MR. JOURDAIN, DORIMÈNE, DORANTE.
DOR. Sir, we have both come to do homage to your new dignity, and to rejoice with you over the marriage of your daughter with the son of the Grand Turk.
MR. JOUR. (after bowing in the Turkish manner). Sir, I wish you the strength of the serpent, and the wisdom of the lion.
DORI. I am very glad to be one of the first, Sir, to come and congratulate you on the high degree of glory to which you are raised.
MR. JOUR. Madam, may your rose-tree bloom all the year round. I am infinitely obliged to you for interesting yourself in the honour just bestowed upon me; and I am greatly rejoiced to see you back here, so that I may tender to you my most humble apologies for the extraordinary conduct of my wife.
DORI. Don't speak about it. I excuse in her such a momentary impulse; your heart ought to be very precious to her; and it is not to be wondered at that the possession of such a man as you are may cause her some alarm.
MR. JOUR. The possession of my heart is a thing you have altogether acquired.
DOR. You see, Madam, that Mr. Jourdain is not one of those whom prosperity blinds, and that, even in his elevation, he knows how to recognise his friends.