THE FORCED MARRIAGE- Moliere
Dorimene
Over-joyed,
I swear. Until now my father has always
held me in check. He’s the world’s worst
tyrant. I’ve been raging to break away
from him, so that I could go my own way, even if it meant getting married. Praise God you came along, and now I’m ready
to make up for lost time. You’re a man
of the world; you know all about the fashionable life, so you won’t be one of
those narrow-minded husbands who want their wives to live shut up like bears in
a cave. I could never face that. I hate being a long. I like games, visits, gatherings, open-air
parties, and going out for drives. I
adore every kind of pleasure. Think
yourself lucky to have married a lady like me.
We’ll never quarrel. I won’t
check up on your activities, just as I’m sure you won’t check up on mine. I believe that married partners should
tolerate, not torment, each other. We’ll
have our own lives and our own friends, with not a breath of suspicion between
us. I’ll expect you to trust me, just as
I expect to trust you. What’s
wrong? All of a sudden your face has
gone pale.
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