Act,  scene

 1   Ch     |      Elmire, wife of Orgon~Damis, son of Orgon~Mariane, daughter
 2    1,   1|          hundred times to my poor son,~Your father, that you’d
 3    1,   1|         the same,~If I were in my son’s, her husband’s, place,~
 4    1,   1|          on the way to heaven;~My son should train you all to
 5    1,   1|           too.~I tell you that my son did nothing wiser~In all
 6    1,   2|       nothing, though, beside her son’s!~To see him, you would
 7    1,   2|          times as much as mother, son,~Daughter, and wife. He
 8    3,   6|      greater still.~Orgon [to his son]~You miscreant, can you
 9    3,   6|            To Damis]~Yes, my dear son, say on, and call me traitor,~
10    3,   6|             tis too much!~[To his son]~You’ll not relent,~You
11    3,   6|          rise, I beg you.~[To his son]~Infamous villain!~Damis~
12    3,   6|         my account.~Orgon [to his son]~Ungrateful monster!~Tartuffe~
13    3,   6|        Alas! How can you?~[To his son]~Villain! Behold his goodness!~
14    3,   6|        Don’t restrain me.~[To his son]~Off with you! Leave my
15    3,   7|           which he drove away his son]~Scoundrel! I wish I’d never
16    3,   7|         to be,~Is more to me than son, and wife, and kindred.~
17    4,   1|         for your petty quarrel,~A son be driven from his father’
18    4,   1|           resentment;~Restore the son to favour with his father.~
19    4,   1| honourably withdraw, than let the son~Be driven out for your sake,
20    4,   3|           re partial to my rascal son,~And didn’t dare to disavow
21    5,   2|           you?~Orgon~Too true, my son. It tortures me to think
22    5,   3|           man!~Madame Pernelle~My son, I cannot possibly~Believe
23    5,   3|        Pernelle~I always said, my son, when you were little:~That
24    5,   4|          to Orgon]~Sir, make your son be silent or withdraw.~I