Géronte: Why so, monsieur?
Sganarelle: Because in bread and wine mixed together there is a sympathetic virtue which causes speech. Don't you know that they give nothing else to parrots, and that they learn to speak by being fed on this diet?
Géronte: That is true. What a great man you are! Quick, bring plenty of bread and wine.
Sganarelle: I shall come back at night to see how she is getting on.
Géronte: Just wait a moment, please.
Sganarelle: What do you want?
Géronte: To give you your fee, monsieur.
Sganarelle (holding out his hand from under his gown, while Géronte opens his purse): I shall not take it, monsieur.
Géronte: I beseech you.
Sganarelle: You are jesting.