by Jean Baptiste Molière English verse by Timothy Mooney
Comedy:
Full Length.3 Acts, with interludes; Estimated Running Time 125 minutes (without intermission) 40-minute version available. Cast: 9 Male, 6 Female, 6 Chorus, 21 Total (details). Setting: Single Interior Setting.
“Tim Mooney’s new translation is funny and easy to follow, and there are several engaging performances. ... Mooney has choreographed the stylized schtick to within an inch of its life –- there are delightful bits.”
(Cool Cleveland, 5/05, Named among “Best of 2005”)
“By translating the original into rhyming couplets, some of them decidedly contemporary, Mooney has created an arch anachronism … Under Mooney's sprightly direction, the cast surfs across his metered dialogue and creates a humorous collision that explodes in the second act. … a diverting evening of laughter, slapstick, and commentary on the grotesque foibles of the powerful in any society.”
(Cleveland Pulse)


Cast, Set Details

CAST:
9 Male, 6 Female, 6 Chorus*, 21 Total
* Characters in the interludes and finale can all be doubled with characters in the main action, bringing the total necessary down to 12.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:
ARGAN, an imaginary invalid
BELINE, Argan’s second wife
ANGELIQUE, daughter of Argan, in love with Cleante
LOUISON, young daughter of Argan
BERALDE, Argan’s brother
CLEANTE, in love with Angelique
MONSIEUR DIAFOIRUS, a doctor
THOMAS DIAFOIRUS, his son, suitor to Angelique
MONSIEUR PURGON, Argan’s doctor
MONSIEUR FLEURANT, an apothecary
MONSIEUR BONNEFOY, a notary
TOINETTE, a maidservant
Prelude Character
SHEPARDESS
Interlude Characters
PUNCH
OLD WOMAN
A CHORUS OF ARCHERS (ALSO REFERRED TO AS “DANCERS”)
Finale Characters
PRESIDENT
FIRST DOCTOR
SECOND DOCTOR
THIRD DOCTOR
FOURTH DOCTOR
FIFTH DOCTOR

SCENE:
Single Interior Setting: Argan’s bedroom in his house in Paris.

NOTE: This script is now also available in a shortened, one-hour version.


About the Adaptation

The Imaginary Invalid (1673) may be considered another of Moliere's great character plays, in which the entire development of the action, like in The Miser, centered around a single trait of character upon which everything turns, in this case, that of the hypochondriac.

As created by Moliere, the hypochondriac is someone who wants to be sick. To tell Argan that he is looking well is considered a rude offense in this household. And just as the Miser confused the concepts of love and money, The Imaginary Invalid confuses religion and medicine. There is a sanctity given to medicine that echoes the mysteries of religion. Also, as in The Miser, the father wants to marry the daughter off to the person who will do him the most good, in this case, a doctor, who will be able to give Argan free medical treatment.

Moliere wrote the finale of The Imaginary Invalid in a kind of faux Latin, and subsequent translators have kept it in Latin, with English references replacing the scattered bits of French. Moliere's audience understood Latin. And we, as a public, knew Latin quite a bit better only forty years ago, when it was spoken in the Catholic mass. And so, the finale of The Imaginary Invalid has, in the past, left any number of people scratching their heads. For my version, I had the Latin translated into English, and then built new poetry out of the English, with Latin thrown in, only for effect. What's come out of this is a finale which seems to stretch the comic boundaries even farther than they've already ventured in this very funny play. In this earlier scene, under the influence of his brother, Argan requests that the apothecary return on another occasion to administer the enema that he has prepared. The doctor hears about this and confronts them.


Excerpt

Bourgeois Gentleman

The Imaginary Invalid
Act III, Scene 5

ARGAN, BERALDE, PURGON, TOINETTE

 

PURGON

                                     I just heard downstairs,

That light has here been made of my solutions;

Resistance greets my cures with some collusion!

 

ARGAN

Oh, sir, it wasn’t --

 

PURGON

                          I can’t believe the cheek

To block the passage which I look to leak!

A patient who rebels against his doc!

 

TOINETTE

A shock!

 

PURGON

                 An enema, which I’d concoct!

 

ARGAN

It wasn’t I ...

 

PURGON

                  According to the rules,

Established and invented in our schools!

 

TOINETTE

He’s in the wrong.

 

PURGON

                            Designed to stimulate

The bowels, fully decontaminate ...

 

ARGAN

My brother ...

 

PURGON

                   Shunning it with such disdain!

 

ARGAN

It’s he’s the one ...

 

PURGON

                          Unconscionably vain!

 

TOINETTE

So true.

 

PURGON

             To intervene, to shackle me ...

 

ARGAN

But he ...

 

PURGON

          A crime against the faculty!

It can’t be punished quite severe enough!

 

TOINETTE

Quite right.

 

PURGON

                  I’ll not put up with your foul guff.

From here on out, I’m severing relations!

 

ARGAN

It was my brother ...

 

PURGON

                           No more supplications,

I’ll not endure your foul abomination;

Consider this your excommunication!

I’ll not allow familial alliance.

 

TOINETTE

Good move.

 

PURGON

                  In the good interest of our science,

You see here is my marriage contribution

Which I destroy to take my retribution.

 

ARGAN

It was my brother earns this bad report.

 

PURGON

To jeer at my injection! Sneer and thwart!

To snub my enema! Oh, darkened day!

 

ARGAN

Oh bring it back, I’ll take it right away!

 

PURGON

Just when I was about to really cure you!

 

TOINETTE

He don’t deserve it.

 

PURGON

                              Oh! I can’t endure you!

I would have emptied all the humors rotten.

 

ARGAN

Ah, brother!

 

PURGON

                   Twelve more doses would have gotten

Down to the empty bottom of the sack!

 

TOINETTE

Unworthy!

 

PURON

                 Since you orchestrate attack …

 

ARGAN

It’s not my fault!

 

PURGON

                          And since you break our creed …

 

TOINETTE

He so deserves this.

 

PURGON

                                And, as you do breed

A discontent, a mockery, a jibe

Against communion with what I prescribe,

Revolt against our sacred mystery ...

 

ARGAN

Oh, no!

 

PURGON

            I here declare you history!

I leave you to your vile constitution,

I let your bowels take their retribution,

Corrupt your blood, embitter bile, enslave

You to the feculence which you so crave!