MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes.

FENCING MASTER: And thus you have seen how men like me should be
considered by the State, and how the science of fencing is more
important than all the other useless sciences, such as dancing,
music, ...

DANCING MASTER: Careful there, Monsieur swordsman! Speak of the
dance only with respect.

MUSIC MASTER: I beg you to speak better of the excellence of
music.

FENCING MASTER: You are amusing fellows, to want to compare your
sciences with mine!

MUSIC MASTER: See the self-importance of the man!

FENCING MASTER: My little Dancing Master, I'll make you dance as
you ought. And you, my little musician, I'll make you sing in a
pretty way.

DANCING MASTER: Monsieur Clanger-of-iron, I'll teach you your
trade.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: (To the Dancing Master) Are you crazy to quarrel
with him, who knows tierce and quarte, and who can kill a man by
demonstration?

DANCING MASTER: I disdain his demonstrations, and his tierce, and