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....