FENCING MASTER: They both had the audacity of trying to compare
their professions with mine.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: Should that disturb you? Men should not dispute
amongst themselves about vainglory and rank; that which perfectly
distinguishes one from the other is wisdom and virtue.

DANCING MASTER: I insist to him that dance is a science to which
one cannot do enough honor.

MUSIC MASTER: And I, that music is something that all the ages have
revered.

FENCING MASTER: And I insist to them that the science of fencing is
the finest and the most necessary of all sciences.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: And where then will philosophy be? I find you
all very impertinent to speak with this arrogance in front of me,
and impudently to give the name of science to things that one
should not even honor with the name of art, and that cannot be
classified except under the name of miserable gladiator, singer,
and buffoon!

FENCING MASTER: Get out, you dog of a philosopher!

MUSIC MASTER: Get out, you worthless pedant!

DANCING MASTER: Get out, you ill-mannered cur!