Harpagon. Yes.
Cléante. Not at all.
Harpagon. You have not given up your pretensions to her?
Cléante. On the contrary, I am more determined than ever upon them.
Harpagon. What! hang-dog, you begin afresh?
Cléante. Nothing can change my mind.
Harpagon. Let me get at you, wretch.
Cléante. Do what you like.
Harpagon. I forbid you ever to come within my sight.
Cléante. All right.
Harpagon. I abandon you.
Cléante. Abandon as much as you like.
Harpagon. I disown you as my son.
Cléante. Be it so.
Harpagon. I disinherit you.
Cléante. Whatever you please.
Harpagon. And I give you my malediction.
Cléante. I want none of your gifts.
Scene VI.—Cléante, La Flèche.
La Flèche (coming from the garden with a casket under his arm). Ah! Sir, I find you in the nick of time! Follow me quickly.
Cléante. What is the matter?
La Flèche. Follow me, I tell you; we are all right.
Cléante. How?
La Flèche. Here is your affair.
Cléante. What?
La Flèche. I kept my eye upon this the whole day.
Cléante. What is it?
La Flèche. Your father’s treasure, which I have laid hands on.
Cléante. How did you manage?