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. 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.