The Miser by Moliere

Harpagon. …you must clean my coach, and hold the horses in readiness to drive to the fair…

Jacques. Your horses, Sir? Upon my word, they are not at all in a fit state to go. I will not tell you that they are on the straw; the poor beasts have not got even that much, and it would not be telling the truth; but you make them keep such austere fasts that they are no longer anything but ghosts or shadows, with horses’ shapes.

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