SGAN. (_Recovering from the stupor into which he had been plunged_). No, I cannot get the better of my astonishment. This faithlessness perplexes my understanding. I think that Satan in person could be no worse than such a jade! I could have sworn it was not in her. Unhappy he who trusts a woman after this! The best of them are always full of mischief; they were made to d.a.m.n the whole world. I renounce the treacherous s.e.x for ever, and give them to the devil with all my heart!

ERG. Well said.

AR. Let us all go to my house. Come, M. Valere, tomorrow we will try to appease his wrath.

LIS. (_To the audience_). As for you, if you know any churlish husbands, by all means send them to school with us.

[Footnote: This is the last time Moliere directly addressed the audience at the end of one of his plays; in _Sganarelle_ he did it for the first time.]