are persons of high rank, who have come to pay their
respects to him, as my friends, and to assure him of their
services. You'll see how he will reply.

COVIELLE: Alabala crociam acci boram alabamen.

CLEONTE: Catalequi tubal ourin soter amalouchan.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: See?

COVIELLE: He says that the rain of prosperity should water the
garden of your family in all seasons.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I told you that he speaks Turkish!

DORANTE: That's wonderful.

ACT FIVE

SCENE V (Lucile, Monsieur Jourdain, Dorante, Dorimene, etc.)

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Come, my daughter; come here and give your hand
to the gentleman who does you the honor of asking for you in
marriage.

LUCILE: What! Father, look at you! Are you playing in a comedy?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: No, no, this is not a comedy, it's a very
serious matter, and as full of honor for you as possible. There is
the husband I give you.

LUCILE: To me, father?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes, to you. Come, put your hand in his, and
give thanks to Heaven for your happiness.

LUCILE: I have absolutely no wish to marry.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I wish it, I, who am your father.

LUCILLE: I'll do nothing of the sort.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Ah! What a nuisance! Come, I tell you. Give your
hand.

LUCILE: No, my father, I told you, there is no power on earth that
can make me take any husband other than Cleonte. And I will go to
extreme measures rather than... (Recognizes Cleonte) It is true
that you are my father; I owe you complete obedience; and it is for
you to dispose of me according to your wishes.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Ah! I am delighted to see you return so promptly
to your duty, and it pleases me to have an obedient daughter.

ACT FIVE

SCENE VI (Madame Jourdain, Monsieur Jourdain, Cleonte, etc.)

MADAME JOURDAIN: What now? What's this? They say that you want to
give your daughter in marriage to a someone in a Carnival costume?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Will you be quiet, impertinent woman? You always
throw your absurdities into everything, and there's no teaching you
to be reasonable.

MADAME JOURDAIN: It's you that there is no way of making wise, and
you go from folly to folly. What is your plan, and what do you want
to do with this assemblage of people?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I want to marry our daughter to the son of the
Grand Turk.

MADAME JOURDAIN: To the son of the Grand Turk?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes. Greet him through the interpreter there.

MADAME JOURDA