Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|      come, Flipotte, and let me get away.~Elmire~You hurry so,
 2    1,   1|       One never has a chance~To get a word in edgewise, at your
 3    1,   5|   Dorine~All night she couldn’t get a wink~Of sleep, the fever
 4    2,   2|         There, there, let’s not get angry, sir, I beg you.~But
 5    2,   3|     Mariane~Oh dear, Dorine you get in such a temper!~You have
 6    2,   4|  Mariane]~Are you quite mad, to get in such a passion?~Mariane~
 7    2,   4|        s influence to bear,~And get the step-mother on our side,
 8    3,   2|    senses?~I don’t know how you get in such a heat;~For my part,
 9    3,   6| bitterest torture~Than have him get a scratch on my account.~
10    4,   3|       their silly love-affairs.~Get on your feet! The more you
11    4,   4|        Bring up this table, and get under it.~Orgon~What?~Elmire~
12    4,   4|        about, as you shall see.~Get under, now, I tell you;
13    4,   6|             abominable!~I can’t get over it; the whole thing
14    4,   6|       soon? You cannot mean it!~Get back under the table; ’tis
15    4,   7|          now, no protestations.~Get out from here, and make
16    5,   4|       him?~Cleante~You must not get angry;~And if he talks of
17    5,   4|       it,~Mister Court-bailiff, get a thorough beating.~M. Loyal [