MR. JOUR. (aside to MRS. JOURDAIN). Will you hold your tongue?
DOR. There are a great many people who would advance me money with pleasure; but as I look upon you as my best friend, I was afraid of wronging you if I asked it of anyone else.
MR. JOUR. You do me too much honour, Sir. I will go and fetch what you want.
MRS. JOUR. (aside to MR. JOURDAIN). What! are you going to give him that also?
MR. JOUR. (aside to MRS. JOURDAIN). What can I do? How can I refuse a man of such rank, a man who spoke of me this morning at the king's levée.
MRS. JOUR. (aside to MR. JOURDAIN). There, go; you are nothing but a dupe.
SCENE V.—DORANTE, MRS. JOURDAIN, NICOLE.
DOR. You appear to me quite low-spirited! What can be the matter with you, Mrs. Jourdain?
MRS. JOUR. My head is bigger than my fist, and yet it isn't swollen.
DOR. Where is your daughter, that I have not seen her?