Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|     Pernelle~O dearie me, his little sister!~You’re all demureness,
 2    1,   1|     neighbour Daphne, and her little husband,~Must be the ones
 3    1,   6|       I suspect your soul’s a little tainted~Therewith. I’ve
 4    1,   6|   ours.~Evil appearances find little credit~With them; they even
 5    2,   1|    there to spy upon us;~That little closet’s mighty fit to hide
 6    2,   2|     Nothing to say.~Orgon~One little word more.~Dorine~Oh, no,
 7    2,   3|   take the stage-coach to his little village,~And find it full
 8    3,   2|      Show in your speech some little modesty,~Or I must instantly
 9    4,   3|      er can move you,~Relax a little your paternal rights,~And
10    4,   3|      rights upon me.~Orgon [a little touched]~Come, come, my
11    4,   5| refusal has offended you,~How little do you know a woman’s heart!~
12    4,   5|       we still must feel~Some little shame in owning it; and
13    4,   5|       too freely~And with too little heed to modesty.~But—now
14    4,   5|       you allow it~To doubt a little its felicity.~I well might
15    4,   5|    Until the granting of some little favour~I sigh for, shall
16    4,   5|       it.~And I, who know how little I deserve~Your goodness,
17    4,   5|       I’ll easily remove that little hindrance;~Your heart need
18    5,   3|   said, my son, when you were little:~That virtue here below
19    5,   4|      nothing, sir, but just a little summons:—~Order to vacate,
20    5,   4|       back, good Mr. Loyal,~A little beating would become you