Aha! Monsieur Philosopher, you come just in time
with your philosophy. Come, make a little peace among these people.
What's happening? What's the matter, gentlemen.
They have got into a rage over the superiority of
their professions to the point of injurious words and of wanting to come
What! Gentlemen, must you act this way? Haven't you
read the learned treatise that Seneca composed on anger? Is there anything
more base and more shameful than this passion, which turns a man into a
savage beast? And shouldn't reason be the mistress of all our activities?
Well! Sir, he has just abused both of us by, despising
the dance, which I practice, and music, which is his profession.
A wise man is above all the insults that can be spoken
to him; and the grand reply one should make to such outrages is moderation
They both had the audacity of trying to compare their
professions with mine.
Should that disturb you? Men should not dispute amongst
themselves about vainglory and rank; that which perfectly distinguishes
one from the other is wisdom and virtue.
I insist to him that dance is a science to which one
cannot do enough honor.
And I, that music is something that all the ages have
And I insist to them that the science of fencing is
the finest and the most necessary of all sciences.
And where then will philosophy be? I find you all
very impertinent to speak with this arrogance in front of me, and impudently
to give the name of science to things that one should not even honor with
the name of art, and that cannot be classified except under the name of
miserable gladiator, singer, and buffoon!
Monsieur Philosopher, Gentlemen! Monsieur Philosopher!
Gentlemen! Monsieur Philosopher! Oh! Fight as much as you like. I don't
know what to do, and I'll not spoil my robe to separate you. I would be
a fool to go among them and receive some damaging blow.