MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Oh Lord! Stop.


SCENE III (Philosophy Master, Music Master, Dancing Master, Fencing
Master, Monsieur Jourdain, Lackeys)

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Aha! Monsieur Philosopher, you come just in time
with your philosophy. Come, make a little peace among these
people.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: What's happening? What's the matter, gentlemen.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: They have got into a rage over the superiority
of their professions to the point of injurious words and of wanting
to come to blows.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: What! Gentlemen, must you act this way? Haven't
you read the learned treatise that Seneca composed on anger? Is
there anything more base and more shameful than this passion, which
turns a man into a savage beast? And shouldn't reason be the
mistress of all our activities?

DANCING MASTER: Well! Sir, he has just abused both of us by,
despising the dance, which I practice, and music, which is his
profession.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: A wise man is above all the insults that can be
spoken to him; and the grand reply one should make to such outrages
is moderation and patience.