The Miser: Harpagon

The Miser - Act iv Scene vii- by Moliere
Harpagon:

I am lost; I am assassinated!
They've cut my throat; they've stolen my money.
Where is he? Where is he hiding? How can I find him?
Where shall I run? Where shall I not run?
Isn't he here? Isn't he here? Who is it?
Alas, my poor money,
my dear friend, they have deprived me of you,
and since they've taken you from me,
I've lost my support, my consolation, my joy.
All is finished for me, and there's nothing left for me in this world.
Without you, life is impossible.
It's done; I can't go on; I'm dying. I'm dead. I'm buried.
Is there no one to resuscitate me by returning my dear money,
or at least tell me who took it?