Geronte is the caring father of Dorante, a young man who has a tendency toward falsehood. Geronte
- I can’t believe I swallowed all those lies!
- But pretty soon you’ll get your just deserts --
- It’s my stupidity that really hurts.
- To let myself be made the tool and toy
- Of a mere fop -- a callow, impish boy!
- Have I offended you? I don’t recall
- Doing you any serious harm at all.
- I’ve always been as lenient as I could --
- I spanked you sometimes, but it did you good.
- If you were so revolted by Clarice
- You should have said -- why fool about like this?
- I only wanted you to be content --
- I proved it, too, by giving my consent
- To your marrying a girl I’d never seen.
- And yet, what use has all this kindness been,
- If insults and deceit are your idea
- Of gratitude? And now, get out of here --
- I wash my hands of you.
Corneille, Pierre. Two Plays: The Liar, The Illusion. trans. Ranjit Bolt. Absolute Classics, Bath, England. 1989. p. 62.