Tartuffe

Damis, Orgon, Cleante

Damis. Father, is it true that this cad threatens you, That he has forgotten the gifts that bound you two, And that his shameful pride, maddeningly, Has repaid your kindness with tyranny? Orgon. Yes, son; he's brought me to the verge of tears. Damis. Leave him to me. I'll cut off his ears. You must not flinch before his insolence For I'll soon restore your independence, And, to end the matter, I'll slice him like toast. Cleante. That's exactly like a bratty boy's boast. Please make your angry words more moderate. We live during a time and in a state Where violent acts are clearly unlawful.