Leave me . . . I'm now so angry that if you
Were not my mother, I'm not sure what I'd do.
DORINE [to ORGON ]
This is fair payment, sir, for what we received.
You wouldn't believe us; now you're not believed.
We are wasting time on foolish pleasures
That would be better spent in active measures.
We should not ignore this swindler's threats.
What! Does his boldness have no boundaries yet?
For myself, I don't believe it's possible;
His ingratitude would be too visible.
CLEANTE [to ORGON ]
Don't put your faith in that. He will find ways
To gild with reason all the things he says;
And with less than this the people in power
Have forced their foes to cringe and cower.
I tell you again: well-armed as they are,
You should never have pushed him quite so far.
True, but what could I do? Facing that bastard,
I felt resentment that I never mastered.
I deeply desire to arrange between you
Some shadow of peace, however untrue.
If I had known that he possessed such arms,
I would never have set off these alarms,
And my . . .
ORGON [to DORINE, seeing MONSIEUR LOYAL enter]
What does this man want?
I don't wish to have anyone meet with me!