Chapter: SCENE II

  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.

 Damis enters; he's heard the bad news about Tartuffe, and he's ready to help...by killing him. Cleante tells him to cool his jets.

