Cle. All your threatenings are nothing to me.
Har. You will give up Marianne?
Cle. Never!
Har. Bring me my stick. Quick, I say! my stick!
SCENE IV.——HARPAGON, CLÉANTE, MASTER JACQUES.
Jac. Hold! hold! Gentlemen, what does this mean? What are you thinking of?
Cle. I don't care a bit for it.
Jac. (to Cléante). Ah! Sir, gently.
Har. He dares to speak to me with such impudence as that!
Jac. (to Harpagon). Ah! Sir, I beg of you.