MR. JOUR. I wish to marry my daughter to the son of the Grand Turk.
MRS. JOUR. To the son of the Grand Turk?
MR. JOUR. (showing COVIELLE). Yes; ask the interpreter to present your compliments to him from you.
MRS. JOUR. I have no need of an interpreter, and I can tell him myself easily to his face that he shall not have my daughter.
MR. JOUR. Will you be silent? I ask once more.
DOR. What! Mrs. Jourdain, you oppose yourself to such an honour as this? You refuse his Turkish highness for a son-in-law?
MRS. JOUR. Good gracious, Sir! Mind your own business, if you please.
DORI. It is an honour by no means to be rejected.
MRS. JOUR. I pray you also not to trouble yourself with that which is no concern of yours.
DOR. It is the friendship we have for you which makes us interest ourselves in your welfare.