KHLESTAKOV.
Yes, I'm used to it.
I get a headache from a carriage with springs.
POSTILION.
Ho!
GOVERNOR.
Take a rug for the seat at least.
If you say so, I'll tell them to bring a rug.
KHLESTAKOV.
No, what for? It's not necessary. However, let them bring a rug if you please.
GOVERNOR.
Ho, Avdotya. Go to the store-room and bring the very best rug from there, the Persian rug with the blue ground.
Quick!
POSTILION.
Ho!
GOVERNOR.
When do you say we are to expect you back?
KHLESTAKOV.
Tomorrow, or the day after.
OSIP.
Is this the rug? Give it here. Put it there.
Now put some hay on this side.
POSTILION.
Ho!
OSIP.
Here, on this side. More. All right.
That will be fine. [Beats the rug down with his hand.] Now take the seat, your Excellency.
KHLESTAKOV.
Good-by, Anton Antonovich.
GOVERNOR.
Good-by, your Excellency.
ANNA } MARYA} Good-by, Ivan Aleksandrovich.
KHLESTAKOV.
Good-by, mother.
POSTILION.
Get up, my boys!
The bell rings and the curtain drops.
ACT V
SCENE: Same as in Act IV.
SCENE I
Governor, Anna Andreyevna, and Marya Antonovna.
GOVERNOR.
Well, Anna Andreyevna, eh?
Did you ever imagine such a thing?
Such a rich prize?
I'll be—. Well, confess frankly, it never occurred to you even in your dreams, did it? From just a simple governor's wife suddenly—whew!—I'll be hanged!—to marry into the family of such a big gun.
ANNA.
Not at all. I knew it long ago.
It seems wonderful to you because you are so plain. You never saw decent people.
GOVERNOR.