DAMIS, ORGON, CLEANTE
       DAMIS
       What! father, can the scoundrel threaten you,
       Forget the many benefits received,
       And in his base abominable pride
       Make of your very favours arms against you?
       ORGON
       Too true, my son. It tortures me to think on't.
       DAMIS
       Let me alone, I'll chop his ears off for him.
       We must deal roundly with his insolence;
       'Tis I must free you from him at a blow;
       'Tis I, to set things right, must strike him down.
       CLEANTE
       Spoke like a true young man. Now just calm down,
       And moderate your towering tantrums, will you?
       We live in such an age, with such a king,
       That violence can not advance our cause.

Introductory Note
Characters
act i
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act ii
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act iii
   Scene I
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   Scene IV
   Scene V
   Scene VI
   Scene VII
act iv
   Scene I
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   Scene III
   Scene IV
   Scene V
   Scene VI
   Scene VII
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act v
   Scene I
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   Scene III
   Scene IV
   Scene V
   Scene VI
   Scene VII
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