No, no, certainly not.
MR. PUR. I must now tell you that I give you up to your bad
constitution, to the imtemperament of your intestines, to the
corruption of your blood, to the acrimony of your bile, and to the
feculence of your humours.
TOI. It serves you right.
ARG. Alas!
MR. PUR. And I will have you before four days in an incurable state.
ARG. Ah! mercy on me!
MR. PUR. You shall fall into bradypepsia.
ARG. Mr. Purgon!
MR. PUR. From bradypepsia into dyspepsia.
ARG. Mr. Purgon!
MR: PUR. From dyspepsia into apepsy.
ARG. Mr. Purgon!
MR. PUR. From apepsy into lientery.
ARG. Mr. Purgon!
MR. PUR. From lientery into dysentery.
ARG. Mr. Purgon!
MR. PUR. From dysentery into dropsy.
ARG. Mr. Purgon!
MR. PUR. And from dropsy to the deprivation of life into which your
folly will bring you.
SCENE VII--ARGAN, BERALDE.
ARG. Ah heaven! I am dead. Brother, you have undone me.
BER. Why? What is the matter?
ARG. I am undone. I feel already that the faculty is avenging itself.
BER. Really, brother, you are crazy, and I would not for a great deal
that you should be seen acting as you are doing. Shake yourself a
little, I beg, recover yourself, and do not give way so much to your
imagination.
ARG. You hear, brother, with what strange diseases he has threatened
me.
BER. What a foolish fellow you are!
ARG.
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