(To Musicians) Come, come into this room, sit there and wait until he comes.
DANCING MASTER
(To dancers) And you too, on this side.
MUSIC MASTER
(To Pupil) Is it done?
PUPIL
Yes.
MUSIC MASTER
Let's see. . . This is good.
DANCING MASTER
Is it something new?
MUSIC MASTER
Yes, it's a melody for a serenade that I set him to composing here, while waiting for our man to awake.
DANCING MASTER
May I see it?
MUSIC MASTER
You'll hear it, with the dialogue, when he comes. He won't be long.
DANCING MASTER
Our work, yours and mine, is not trivial at present.
MUSIC MASTER
This is true. We've found here such a man as we both need. This is a nice source of income for us -- this Monsieur Jourdain, with the visions of nobility and gallantry that he has gotten into his head. You and I should hope that everyone resembled him.
DANCING MASTER
Not entirely; I could wish that he understood better the things that we give him.
MUSIC MASTER
It's true that he understands them poorly, but he pays well, and that's what our art needs now more than anything else.
DANCING MASTER
As for me, I admit, I feed a little on glory. Applause touches me; and I hold that, in all the fine arts, it is painful to produce for dolts, to endure the barbarous opinions of a fool about my choreography. It is a pleasure, don't tell me otherwise, to work for people who can appreciate the fine points of an art, who know how to give a sweet reception to the beauties of a work and, by pleasurable approbations, gratify us for our labor. Yes, the most agreeable recompense we can receive for the things we do is to see them recognized and flattered by an applause that honors us. There is nothing, in my opinion, that pays us better for all our fatigue; and it is an exquisite delight to receive the praises of the well-informed.
MUSIC MASTER
I agree, and I enjoy them as you do. There is surely nothing more agreeable than the applause you speak of; but that incense does not provide a living. Pure praises do not provide a comfortable existence; it is necessary to add something solid, and the best way to praise is to praise with cash-in-hand. He's a man, it's true, whose insight is very slight, who talks nonsense about everything and applauds only for the wrong reasons but his money makes up for his judgments. He has discernment in his purse. His praises are in cash, and this ignorant bourgeois is worth more to us, as you see, than the educated nobleman who introduced us here.
-In the end, the music is actually crap...and the ballet is set to match. So did these artist lower their standards to cater to the bourgeois and their lacking concept of art... OR did 'the Middle class gentleman' like the work because it was not beyond his realm of thinking in the first place, and he understands not what real art is. Was Moliere thinking of this standard as he wrote this play- knowing full well these plays pandered to the whim of the middle class, who could afford (in masses) to attend them. 'The Middle Class Gentleman' is painted as the idiot of the story.. but is he the real fool?