GOR. Now, there's my cursed son-in-law scolding my daughter again!
VILL. We must see what is the matter.
GOR. What! will you always be quarrelling! Will you never have peace
at home?
BAR. This hussy calls me drunkard. (_to_ ANGÉLIQUE) Here, I have a
great mind to give you a good dressing[4] before your relations.
GOR. May the dev ... may his money be blessed, if you have done as he
says.[5]
ANG. It is always he who begins to ...
CAT. Cursed be the hour when you chose that sordid wretch!