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Tartuffe
Jean-Baptiste Poquelin Molière

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DAMIS                                        
My hand itches
To get in a fight with these sons of bitches.

DORINE 
Monsieur Loyal, I think it might become you
To have your broad back beaten black and blue.

MONSIEUR LOYAL
These wicked words deserve condemnation,
And women, too, may earn incarceration.

CLEANTE [to MONSIEUR LOYAL]
Let's end it now; that's enough for today.
Hand over the paper, and be on your way.

MONSIEUR LOYAL
Until later, then. Heaven keep you in joy!

ORGON
May it confound you, and your employer!
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