ORGON I swear, that man is a vile animal! VALERE The slightest trifling could well be fatal. My coach is right here to take you away With a thousand louis that I've pledged to pay. Don't lose any time; the arrow has sped, And this is one blow that ought to be fled. I myself will guide you to a safe place And will stay with you to be sure there's no chase. ORGON I owe you much for your solicitude! But there isn't time for my gratitude, And I pray to God to grant what I need So that one day I may repay this good deed. Farewell. The rest of you take care . . . CLEANTE Go on. We'll look after everything when you're gone. |
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