Org. (to Cléante). He is coming, perhaps, to settle matters between us in a friendly way. How, in this case, ought I to behave to him?
Clé. Don't show any resentment, and, if he speaks of an agreement, listen to him.
Loy. (to Orgon). Your servant, sir! May heaven punish whoever wrongs you! and may it be as favorable to you, sir, as I wish!
Org. (aside to Cléante). This pleasant beginning agrees with my conjectures, and argues some sort of reconciliation.
Loy. All your family was always dear to me, and I served your father.
Org. Sir, I am sorry and ashamed to say that I do not know who you are, neither do I remember your name.
Loy. My name is Loyal; I was born in Normandy, and am a royal bailiff in spite of envy. For the last forty years I have had the good fortune to fill the office, thanks to Heaven, with great credit; and I come, sir, with your leave, to serve you the writ of a certain order.
Org. What! you are here—
Loy. Gently, sir, I beg. It is merely a summons,—a notice for you to leave this place, you and yours; to take away all your goods and chattels, and make room for others, without delay or adjournment, as hereby decreed.
Org. I! leave this place?