GERONTE: But----
LUCINDE (_speaking in deafening tone of voice_): It
is no use.
LUCINDE (_speaking in deafening tone of voice_): It
is no use.
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" I say both "yes" and "no";
for as the incongruity of the opaque humours which are
found in the natural temperament of women causes the
animal side always to struggle for mastery over the
spiritual, we find that the inequality of their opinions
depends on the oblique motion of the circle of the moon;
and as the sun----
LUCINDE: NO, I can never change my feelings.
GERONTE: Hark! My daughter speaks! O the great
virtue of physic! How deeply am I indebted to you,
monsieur, for this marvellous cure!
SGANARELLE (_walking about the stage, wiping his
forehead)_: It is a complaint that has given me much
trouble.
LUCINDE: Yes, father, I have recovered my speech;
but I have recovered it only to tell you that I will never
have any other husband than Leandre.
GERONTE: But----
LUCINDE: Nothing will shake the resolution I have
taken.
GERONTE: What----
LUCINDE: All your excellent reasons will be in vain.
GERONTE: If----
LUCINDE: All your talk will have no effect.
GERONTE: I----
LUCINDE: It is a subject on which I am quite determined.
GERONTE: But----
LUCINDE: No paternal power can force me to marry
against my will.
GERONTE: I have----
LUCINDE: You can make every effort you like.
GERONTE: It----
LUCINDE: My heart cannot submit to such a tyranny.
GERONTE: There----
LUCINDE: And I will sooner throw myself into a convent
than marry a man I don't love.
GERONTE: But----
LUCINDE (_speaking in deafening tone of voice_): It
is no use. You waste your time. I will not do anything
of the kind. I am resolved.
GERONTE: Ah! What a wildness of speech! I beg
you, monsieur, to make her dumb again.
SGANARELLE: That is impossible. All that I can do
for you is to make you deaf, if you like.
GERONTE: You shall marry Horace this very evening.
LUCINDE: I will sooner marry death.
SGANARELLE: Let me take this disease in hand. It
is a complaint that has got hold of her, and I know the
remedy to apply.
GERONTE: Is it possible that you can cure this mental
malady also?
SGANARELLE: Yes; let me manage it. I have remedies
for everything, and our apothecary is the man for
this cure.
for as the incongruity of the opaque humours which are
found in the natural temperament of women causes the
animal side always to struggle for mastery over the
spiritual, we find that the inequality of their opinions
depends on the oblique motion of the circle of the moon;
and as the sun----
LUCINDE: NO, I can never change my feelings.
GERONTE: Hark! My daughter speaks! O the great
virtue of physic! How deeply am I indebted to you,
monsieur, for this marvellous cure!
SGANARELLE (_walking about the stage, wiping his
forehead)_: It is a complaint that has given me much
trouble.
LUCINDE: Yes, father, I have recovered my speech;
but I have recovered it only to tell you that I will never
have any other husband than Leandre.
GERONTE: But----
LUCINDE: Nothing will shake the resolution I have
taken.
GERONTE: What----
LUCINDE: All your excellent reasons will be in vain.
GERONTE: If----
LUCINDE: All your talk will have no effect.
GERONTE: I----
LUCINDE: It is a subject on which I am quite determined.
GERONTE: But----
LUCINDE: No paternal power can force me to marry
against my will.
GERONTE: I have----
LUCINDE: You can make every effort you like.
GERONTE: It----
LUCINDE: My heart cannot submit to such a tyranny.
GERONTE: There----
LUCINDE: And I will sooner throw myself into a convent
than marry a man I don't love.
GERONTE: But----
LUCINDE (_speaking in deafening tone of voice_): It
is no use. You waste your time. I will not do anything
of the kind. I am resolved.
GERONTE: Ah! What a wildness of speech! I beg
you, monsieur, to make her dumb again.
SGANARELLE: That is impossible. All that I can do
for you is to make you deaf, if you like.
GERONTE: You shall marry Horace this very evening.
LUCINDE: I will sooner marry death.
SGANARELLE: Let me take this disease in hand. It
is a complaint that has got hold of her, and I know the
remedy to apply.
GERONTE: Is it possible that you can cure this mental
malady also?
SGANARELLE: Yes; let me manage it. I have remedies
for everything, and our apothecary is the man for
this cure.
