DAN. MAS. And you, my beater of iron, I'll teach you your trade.
MR. JOUR. (_to the_ DANCING MASTER). Are you mad to go and
quarrel with a man, who understands tierce and quart, and knows how to
kill another by demonstrative reason?
DAN. MAS. I don't care a straw for his demonstrative reason, and his
tierce and his quart.
MR. JOUR. (_to the_ DANCING MASTER). Gently, I tell you.
FEN. MAS. (_to the_ DANCING MASTER). How! You little impudent
fellow!
MR. JOUR. Ah! my fencing master!
DAN. MAS. (_to the_ FENCING MASTER). How! you great cart-horse!
MR. JOUR. Stop! my dancing master!
FEN. MAS. If I once begin with you....
MR. JOUR. (_to the_ FENCING MASTER). Gently.
DAN. MAR. If I lay my hand upon you....
MR. JOUR. Softly.
FEN. MAS. I will beat you after such a fashion....
MR. JOUR. (_to the_ FENCING MASTER). For goodness sake!
DAN. MAS. I'll thrash you in such a style....
MR. JOUR. (_to the_ DANCING MASTER). I beg of you....
MUS. MAS. Let us teach him a little how to behave himself.
MR. JOUR. (_to the_ MUSIC MASTER). Gracious heavens! Do stop.
SCENE IV.--PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY, MR. JOURDAIN, MUSIC MASTER,
DANCING MASTER, FENCING MASTER, A SERVANT.
MR. JOUR. Oh! you are in the very nick of time with your philosophy.
Pray come here and restore peace among these people.
PROF.
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