MAR. I am threatened with a sound beating if I don't go. CHRY. No; you will stop here. I am quite satisfied with you. My wife is a little hasty at times, and I will not, no.... SCENE VI.--PHILAMINTE, BÉLISE, CHRYSALE, MARTINE. PHI. (_seeing_ MARTINE). What! I see you here, you hussy! Quick, leave this place, and never let me set my eyes upon you again. CHRY. Gently. PHI. No; I will have it so. CHRY. What? PHI. I insist upon her going. CHRY. But what has she done wrong, that you wish her in this way to...? PHI. What! you take her part? CHRY. Certainly not. PHI. You side with her against me? CHRY. Oh! dear me, no; I only ask what she is guilty of. PHI. Am I one to send her away without just cause? CHRY. I do not say that; but we must, with servants.... PHI. No; she must leave this place, I tell you. CHRY. Let it be so; who says anything to the contrary? PHI. I will have no opposition to my will. CHRY. Agreed. PHI. And like a reasonable husband, you should take my part against her, and share my anger. CHRY. So I do. (_Turning towards_ MARTINE.) Yes; my wife is right in sending you away, baggage that you are; your crime cannot be forgiven. MAR. What is it I have done, then? CHRY. (_aside_). Upon my word, I don't know. PHI. She is capable even now of looking upon it as nothing. CHRY. Has she caused your anger by breaking some looking-glass or some china? PHI. Do you think that I would send her away for that? And do you fancy that I should get angry for so little? CHRY. (_to_ MARTINE). What is the meaning of this? (_To_ PHILAMINTE) The thing is of great importance, then? PHI. Certainly; did you ever find me unreasonable? CHRY. Has she, through carelessness, allowed some ewer or silver dish to be stolen from us? PHI. That would be of little moment. CHRY. (_to_ MARTINE). Oh! oh! I say, Miss! (_To_ PHILAMINTE) What! has she shown herself dishonest? PHI. It is worse than that. CHRY. Worse than that? PHI. Worse. CHRY. (_to_ MARTINE). How the deuce! you jade. (_To_ PHILAMINTE) What! has she...? PHI. She has with unparalleled impudence, after thirty lessons, insulted my ear by the improper use of a low and vulgar word condemned in express terms by Vaugelas. [Footnote: The French grammarian, born about 1585; died 1650.] CHRY. Is that...? PHI. What! In spite of our remonstrances to be always sapping the foundation of all knowledge--of grammar which rules even kings, and makes them, with a high hand, obey her laws. CHRY. I thought her guilty of the greatest crime. PHI. What! You do not think the crime unpardonable? CHRY. Yes, yes. PHI. I should like to see you excuse her. CHRY. Heaven forbid! BEL. It is really pitiful. All constructions are destroyed by her; yet she has a hundred times been told the laws of the language. MAR. All that you preach there is no doubt very fine, but I don't understand your jargon, not I.