Act,  scene

 1    1,   1| character they’d have the world believe in.~By others’ actions,
 2    1,   6|       as I am myself.~You’d not believe how far his zeal can go:~
 3    2,   2|       Dorine~So much so~I don’t believe it even from yourself, sir.~
 4    2,   2|   Dorine~No. No use.~They won’t believe you.~Orgon~If I let my anger ...~
 5    2,   2|        Dorine~Well, then, we do believe you; and the worse~For you
 6    2,   4|         best, that you may well believe.~When we’re forgotten by
 7    3,   2|         once!~My faith, I still believe I’ve hit upon it.~Tartuffe~
 8    3,   3|        not stone.~Elmire~I well believe your sighs all tend to Heaven,~
 9    3,   5|        it secret.~Elmire~Yes, I believe a wife should never trouble~
10    3,   6|      the pride of self-defence.~Believe their stories, arm your
11    3,   6|          You’d do far better to believe his tales.~Why favour me
12    3,   6|        Alas! and though all men believe me godly,~The simple truth
13    4,   1|          Twould be giving, sir, believe me,~Such an example of your
14    4,   3|        not to be a vixen,~And I believe a quiet cold rebuff~No less
15    4,   3|      not proposing now that you believe us;~But let’s suppose that
16    4,   5|        must enjoy it ere we can believe it.~And I, who know how
17    4,   6|        quite certain,~And don’t believe a thing on mere conjecture.~
18    4,   7|      you so.~Tartuffe~What? You believe ... ?~Orgon~Come, now, no
19    5,   1|      him; his sophistry made me believe~That I must give the box
20    5,   3|       My son, I cannot possibly~Believe he could intend so black
21    5,   3|         Elmire~For one, I can’t believe it possible;~Why, his ingratitude