Philip Dwight Jones - The Middle-Cla** Gentleman (Act 5 Scene 5) lyrics

SCENE V (Lucile, Monsieur Jourdain, Dorante, Dorimène, etc.) MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Come, my daughter; come here and give your hand to the gentleman who does you the honor of asking for you in marriage. LUCILE: What! Father, look at you! Are you playing in a comedy? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: No, no, this is not a comedy, it's a very serious matter, and as full of honor for you as possible. There is the husband I give you. LUCILE: To me, father? MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes, to you. Come, put your hand in his, and give thanks to Heaven for your happiness. LUCILE: I have absolutely no wish to marry. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I wish it, I, who am your father. LUCILLE: I'll do nothing of the sort. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Ah! What a nuisance! Come, I tell you. Give your hand. LUCILE: No, my father, I told you, there is no power on earth that can make me take any husband other than Cléonte. And I will go to extreme measures rather than . . . (Recognizes Cléonte) It is true that you are my father; I owe you complete obedience; and it is for you to dispose of me according to your wishes. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Ah! I am delighted to see you return so promptly to your duty, and it pleases me to have an obedient daughter.