Org. Wretch! you had reserved this shaft for the last; by it you finish me, and crown all your perfidies.
Tar. Your abuse has no power to disturb me, and I know how to suffer every thing for the sake of Heaven.
Clé. Your moderation is really great, we must acknowledge.
Da. How impudently the infamous wretch sports with Heaven!
Tar. Your anger cannot move me. I have no other wish but to fulfil my duty.
Marianne. You may claim great glory from the performance of this duty: it is a very honorable employment for you.
Tar. The employment cannot be otherwise than glorious, when it comes from the power that sends me here.
Org. But do you remember that my charitable hand, ungrateful scoundrel, raised you from a state of misery?
Tar. Yes, I know what help I have received from you; but the interest of my king is my first duty. The just obligation of this sacred duty stifles in my heart all other claims; and I would sacrifice to it friend, wife, relations, and myself with them.
Elmire. The impostor!