to say.

COVIELLE: Let us know something of your story.

NICOLE: I, myself, no longer want to tell you.

CLEONTE: Tell me...

LUCILE: No, I don't want to say anything.

COVIELLE: Tell it...

NICOLE: No, I'll tell nothing.

CLEONTE: For pity...

LUCILE: No, I say.

COVIELLE: Have mercy.

NICOLE: It's no use.

CLEONTE: I beg you.

LUCILE: Leave me...

COVIELLE: I plead with you.

NICOLE: Get out of here.

CLEONTE: Lucile!

LUCILE: No.

COVIELLE: Nicole!

NICOLE: Never.

CLEONTE: In the name of God!...

LUCILE: I don't want to.

COVIELLE: Talk to me.

NICOLE: Definitely not.

CLEONTE: Clear up my doubts.

LUCILE: No, I'll do nothing.

COVIELLE: Relieve my mind!

NICOLE: No, I don't care to.

CLEONTE: Alright! since you are so little concerned to take me out
of my pain and to justify yourself for the shameful treatment you
gave to my passion, you are seeing me, ingrate, for the last time,
and I am going far from you to die of sorrow and love.

COVIELLE: And I--I will follow in his steps.

LUCILE: Cleonte!

NICOLE: Covielle!

CLEONTE: What?

COVIELLE: Yes?

LUCILE: Where are you going?

CLEONTE: Where I told you.

COVIELLE: We are going to die.

LUCILE: You are going to die, Cleonte?

CLEONTE: Yes, cruel one, since you wish it.

LUCILE: Me! I wish you to die?

CLEONTE: Yes, you wish it.

LUCILE: Who told you that?

CLEONTE: Is it not wishing it when you don't wish to clear up my
suspicions?

LUCILE: Is it my fault? And, if you had wished to listen to me,
would I not have told you that the incident you complain of was
caused this morning by the presence of an old aunt who insists that
the mere approach of a man dishonors a woman--an aunt who
constantly delivers sermons to us on this text, and tells us that
all men are like devils we must flee?

NICOLE: There's the key to the entire affair.

CLEONTE: Are you sure you're not deceiving me, Lucile?

COVIELLE: Aren't you making this up?

LUCILE: There's nothing more true.

NICOLE: It's the absolute truth.

COVIELLE: Are we going to give in to this?

CLEONTE: Ah! Lucile, how with a word from your lips you are able to
appease the things in my heart, and how easily one allows himself
to be persuaded by the people one loves!

COVIELLE: How easily we are manipulated by these blasted minxes!

ACT THREE

SCENE XI (Madame Jourdain, Cleonte, Lucile, Covielle, Nicole)

MADAME JOURDAIN: I am very glad to see y