Written by Mat Cutsdain before striking in the face, you cast a look although into this
face.
From under to sex appears Pankrass.
Pankrass.
Mr. Jourdain, among the philosophers of Paris, and also among the simple
populations were spread rumors about the happy event in your house.
Please
you to congratulate…
Jourdain. That - to congratulate… You do know that it did happen.
This fury gave plyukhu
to the translator of Turkish sultan, and after wedding there will be war with Turkey…
Brendavuan.
It will compulsorily be.
Kovel. Nothing it will be.
I pardon to plyukhu. (To mrs. Jourdain, quietly.) Madam, I
- Kovel, and he Kleont.
Mrs.
| Jourdain. | Ah. |
I am agreeable, issue daughter for the Turkish sultan. |
Jourdain. |
Oh. :.
heeded the Lord to your entreaties, your majesty, it granted to it
sky is wisdom.
Kovel.
Mr.
notary, approach.
Notary. Yes really entire alien somehow by itself into the order. :. the name
brachushchikhsya…
Jourdain. Mr. is the son of Turkish sultan, from one side…
Notary. It is guilty.
What sultan.
Kovel (quietly). It joked. Write: Kleont - from one side, and with another -
By Lucille Jourdain.
Notary. But, this other matter.
(He writes.)
Kovel (to notary). Second contract: from one side - servant Of kovel, s
another - the servant of Nicole. (To Jourdain.) Sir, I acknowledge to you, I fell in love herself
in your servant.
Jourdain. What you make, sir, this - sterva.
If already to you then it grew impatient,
you are married my wife, renownedly they would heal to live in Turkey.
Kovel. No, sir, not to serpent you to deprive happiness.
Jourdain.
Your matter, sir… Gentlemen, does not want someone of you to be married
on my husband, I to it will give divorce, good notary here, A. Mr.
philosopher, to you it is not convenient. It will nevertheless seem you only that you on
by it they are married.
Pankrass. Why. Let this continue to seem you.
Dorant. Ekh, for the company. Dorimena. You are agreeable.
Dorimena. It is agreeable, dear Dorant.
Kovel (to notary). Well here… with one… and with another…
Notary writes.
Linen yarn of exchanges.
Kovel. Well here everything is alien to the happy end. (Is removed turban.) Sir. :.
Kleont (removing turban). Sir. You will forgive us for the fact that for that, in order to
to connect the happy enamored hearts, we were forced to resort k
to masquerade fraud. Yes, I - Kleont, sir, but I hope, sir that
at the sight happy face of your daughter you will be reconciled with us.
Jourdain. What such. Give lamp to me . (It looks intently.) Kovel. Kleont.
My
God. However:.
that this such. I am surrounded by visions. Marababa sakhem. To akchiam
krok of soler. :. you Turks or not. (It tears away turban from the teacher of music.)
Teacher of music.
(It tears away turban from the te.
