MR. PUR. It is a fearful outrage against medicine.
ARG. (_showing_ BERALDE). He is the cause....
MR. PUR. A crime of high-treason against the faculty, and one which
cannot be too severely punished.
TOI. You are quite right.
MR. PUR. I declare to you that I break off all intercourse with you.
ARG. It is my brother....
MR. PUR. That I will have no more connection with you.
TOI. You will do quite right.
MR. PUR. And to end all association with you, here is the deed of gift
which I made to my nephew in favour of the marriage. (_He tears the
document, and throws the pieces about furiously._)
ARG. It is my brother who has done all the mischief.
MR. PUR. To despise my clyster!
ARG. Let it be brought, I will take it directly.
MR. PUR. I would have cured you in a very short time.
TOI. He doesn't deserve it.
MR. PUR. I was about to cleanse your body, and to clear it of its bad
humours.
ARG. Ah! my brother
MR. PUR. And it wanted only a dozen purgatives to cleanse it entirely.
TOI. He is unworthy of your care.
MR. PUR. But since you would not be cured by me....
ARG. It was not my fault.
MR. PUR. Since you have forsaken the obedience you owe to your
doctor....
TOI. It cries for vengeance.
MR. PUR. Since you have declared yourself a rebel against the remedies
I had prescribed for you....
ARG.
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