Toi. Well! that’s too bad after what I have done to myself.
Arg. You make me bawl till my throat is sore, you jade!
Toi. And you, you made me break my head open; one is just as bad as the other; so, with your leave, we are quits.
Arg. What! you hussy....
Toi. If you go on scolding me, I shall cry.
Arg. To leave me, you....
Toi. (again interrupting Argan.) Oh!
Arg. You would....
Toi. (still interrupting him). Oh!
Arg. What! shall I have also to give up the pleasure of scolding her?