ARG. Ah! brother, with your leave.
BER. Eh? What are you going to do?
ARG. To take this little clyster; it will soon be done.
BER. Are you joking? Can you not spend one moment without clysters or
physic? Put it off to another time, and be quiet.
ARG. Mr. Fleurant, let it be for to-night or to-morrow morning.
MR. FLEU. (_to_ BÉRALDE). What right have you to interfere? How dare you
oppose yourself to the prescription of the doctors, and prevent the
gentleman from taking my clyster? You are a nice fellow to show such
boldness.
BER. Go, Sir, go; it is easy to see that you are not accustomed to
speak face to face with men.
MR. FLEU. You ought not thus to sneer at physic, and make me lose my
precious time. I came here for a good prescription, and I will go and
tell Mr. Purgon that I have been prevented from executing his orders,
and that I have been stopped in the performance of my duty. You’ll
see, you’ll see....