Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|      son,~Your father, that you’d never come to good~Or give
 2    1,   1|         her husband’s, place,~I’d urgently entreat you not
 3    1,   1|          and raise a scandal.~I’d gladly think there’s nothing
 4    1,   1|      give it~The character they’d have the world believe in.~
 5    1,   1|      veil of haughty virtue~She’d hide the weakness of her
 6    1,   2|       way you speak of her!~She’d surely tell you you’re too “
 7    1,   4|         Dorine~Damis~I wish you’d say a word to him about~
 8    1,   6|         Orgon~Dear brother, you’d be charmed to know him;~
 9    1,   6|       brother!~Orgon~Ah! If you’d seen him, as I saw him first,~
10    1,   6|      part.~“It is too much,” he’d say, “too much by half;~
11    1,   6|     refused to take it back, he’d go,~Before my eyes, and
12    1,   6|     jealous as I am myself.~You’d not believe how far his
13    1,   6|   judging all our actions,~They’d think such judgment savoured
14    2,   2|   regular~At church.~Dorine~You’d have him run there just
15    2,   2|        that’s mighty certain;~I’d let him know, and that within
16    2,   2|          Not now.~Orgon~Sure, I’d have caught you.~Dorine~
17    2,   2|       Dorine [running away]~You’d never catch me marrying
18    2,   4|      pains him, makes him go,~I’d better go myself, and leave
19    3,   3|         mean to hurt you,~And I’d as soon ...~[He puts his
20    3,   5|       Or so I think; Damis, you’d not have spoken,~If you
21    3,   6|       chide him wrongfully;~You’d do far better to believe
22    3,   6|      don’t be angry with him!~I’d rather bear myself the bitterest
23    3,   7|        son]~Scoundrel! I wish I’d never let you go,~But slain
24    4,   3|       if that~Had happened, you’d have been far more disturbed.~
25    4,   3|      virtue?~Orgon~Why, then, I’d say ... say nothing. It
26    4,   5|          I’ve fooled him so, he’d see all, and deny it.~Elmire~
27    5,   1|       at such disadvantage,~You’d be still more imprudent,
28    5,   3| calumnies ...~Orgon~Mother, you’d make me damn my soul. I
29    5,   3|       it, with these eyes~I saw—d’ye know what saw means?—
30    5,   4|      discharge of duty.~Orgon~I’d give this very minute, and
31    5,   5|        In Christian charity, he’d take away~Whatever things
32    5,   7|         to such puissant ties I’d sacrifice~My friend, my
33    5,   7|        need not mention~That he’d just given you his whole
34    5,   7|      happy outcome!~Mariane~Who’d have dared to hope it?~Orgon [