The scene is at Paris.
(MADAME PERNELLE and her servant FLIPOTE, ELMIRE, MARIANE, DORINE, DAMIS, CLEANTE)
Let's go, Flipote, let's go. I hate this place.
I can't keep up, you rush at such a pace.
Peace, my dear, peace; come no farther.
I don't wish to cause you any bother.
What duty demands, I insist on giving.
But, mother, what has caused your hasty leaving?
I just can't stand the way your household runs . . .
And no one cares what I wish to have done.
Oh, yes, I leave your household quite dissatisfied
For all my wise advice has been defied . . .
And nobody respects me, and everybody shouts,
And truly this is a home for the king of louts!
If . . .