human
Now, let anyone dare to take it away, and he will have to settle with me!
gpt
Leave this room instantly! Gentlemen like us do not care to soil our hands with a fellow of your stamp; but if I had a cane, I'd break it over your shoulders.
human
Men like me, messengers though we are, are far above men of your stamp, who know no better than to insult an honest girl. If you do deem yourself my superior in the street, because I stand there to do your errands, here, you are far below the poor man of the people; for he bears himself with honor, while your conduct is that of a scoundrel.
gpt
Ah! this is too much!--Well, messieurs, won't you help me to thrash this wretch?