DORANTE: You appear to be very melancholy. What is wrong, Madame
Jourdain?
MADAME JOURDAIN: I have a head bigger than my fist, even if it's
not swollen.
DORANTE: Mademoiselle, your daughter, where is she that I don't see
her?
MADAME JOURDAIN: Mademoiselle my daughter is right where she is.
DORANTE: How is she getting on?
MADAME JOURDAIN: She "gets on" on her two legs.
DORANTE: Wouldn't you like to come with her one of these days to
see the ballet and the comedy they are putting on at court?
MADAME JOURDAIN: Yes truly, we have a great desire to laugh, a very
great desire to laugh.
DORANTE: I think, Madame Jourdain, that you must have had many
admirers in your youth, beautiful and good humored as you were.
MADAME JOURDAIN: By Our Lady! Sir, is Madame Jourdain decrepit, and
does her head already shake with palsy?
DORANTE: Ah! My faith, Madame Jourdain, I beg pardon. I did not
remember that you are young. I am often distracted. Pray excuse my
impertinence.
ACT THREE