Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|    Madame Pernelle~He is a holy man, and must be heeded;~I can’
 2    1,   1|     guarantee the master~A holy man. You hate him and reject
 3    1,   1|      life, than take this godly man~Into his household; heaven
 4    1,   1|        to say;~And as a learned man remarked one day~Most aptly, ’
 5    1,   2|       king; but now he’s like~A man besotted, since he’s been
 6    1,   5|         rosy-lipped.~Orgon~Poor man!~Dorine~At evening she had
 7    1,   5|     mutton, deviled.~Orgon~Poor man!~Dorine~All night she couldn’
 8    1,   5|        next morning.~Orgon~Poor man!~Dorine~At last she let
 9    1,   5|    draughts of wine.~Orgon~Poor man!~Dorine~So now they both
10    1,   6|        ever heard of?~And can a man today have charms to make
11    1,   6|    brother,~You do not know the man you’re speaking of.~Cleante~
12    1,   6|       all, to tell what sort of man~He is ...~Orgon~Dear brother,
13    1,   6|      would have no end.~He is a man ... who ... ah! ... in fact ...
14    1,   6|            ah! ... in fact ...a man~Whoever does his will, knows
15    1,   6|       tricky,~And, to destroy a man, will have the boldness~
16    1,   6|          em.~That is my kind of man, that is true living,~That
17    2,   2|        is. What! Can a grown-up man~With that expanse of beard
18    2,   2|         such a match?~How can a man of wealth, like you, go
19    2,   2|     with pious living, sir.~The man who cares for holiness alone~
20    2,   2|        his rank, then,—take the man himself:~Can you without
21    2,   2|      without compunction give a man~Like him possession of a
22    2,   2|      When a girl’s married to a man she hates;~The best intent
23    2,   2|     Orgon~Though he’s no lady’s man,~Tartuffe is well enough ...~
24    2,   2|        Were I in her place, any man should rue it~Who married
25    2,   3|        are the one, not he, the man must please;~If his Tartuffe
26    2,   3|         it all in all,~Is not a man to sneeze at—oh, by no means!~’
27    2,   3|         No, no. Tartuffe’s your man, and you shall taste him.~
28    2,   4|    pretend to.~No other way can man such baseness prove,~As
29    2,   4|         now about it;~Look at a man as if you didn’t hate him.~[
30    3,   1| countenance to this design.~His man says, he’s at prayers, I
31    3,   3|       on such a matter.~A pious man like you, known everywhere ...~
32    3,   3|     pious, I am none the less a man;~And when a man beholds
33    3,   3|      the less a man;~And when a man beholds your heavenly charms,~
34    3,   3|         That I’m not blind, and man is made of flesh.~Elmire~
35    3,   6|   therefrom that I’m the better man?~No, no; you let appearances
36    3,   6|       trick~To drive this godly man out of my house;~The more
37    3,   7|       What! So insult a saintly man of God!~Tartuffe~Heaven,
38    3,   7|       in everything!~Orgon~Poor man!~We’ll go make haste to
39    4,   3|      tried to play on this poor man; besides,~You were too calm,
40    4,   3|      All rubbish.~Elmire~What a man! But answer me.~I’m not
41    4,   3|     would you say then, to your man of virtue?~Orgon~Why, then,
42    4,   3|          Dorine [to Elmire]~The man’s a crafty codger,~Perhaps
43    4,   5|      Between ourselves,~He is a man to lead round by the nose.~
44    4,   6|        table]~That is, I own, a man ... abominable!~I can’t
45    4,   7|      passionate. Ah ha!~My holy man! You want to put it on me!~
46    5,   2|         Spoke like a true young man. Now just calm down,~And
47    5,   3|     saved him from.~Dorine~Poor man!~Madame Pernelle~My son,
48    5,   4|       Dorine [to Orgon]~It is a man who comes, with civil manners,~
49    5,   6|       property he claims.~Orgon~Man is a wicked animal, I’ll