Harpagon is one of the greatest creations by Molière. Everything in this man exudes greed and decay. Ravaged by a physical illness, Harpagon is also afflicted by a soul illness. Avaricious, he cuts back on his servants' food and clothes, his horses' oats, his son's wellbeing, who's forced to borrow at an usurious rate to live, and his Fiancée's gifts. Moneylender, he loans at exorbitant rates, calculates & evaluates all objects surrounding him. In this dusty and sordid atmosphere, where fierce words fly, the usurer father stands against the borrowing son. Greed destroys filial love, paternal love, any kind of love. The box filled with gold buried in the garden is Harpagon’s soul, his heart, his very breath. The reunion of a man and his cashbox is, here, the only hymn to love.