Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|   really wrong;~But it makes talk; and that’s not as it should
 2    1,   1|     If, for the fear of idle talk about us,~We had to sacrifice
 3    1,   1|    comes in for a share,~The talk flies fast, and scandal
 4    1,   6|  sacred things.~No, no; such talk can’t frighten me; I know~
 5    2,   2|     To Dorine]~Why don’t you talk to yourself?~Dorine~Nothing
 6    2,   2|    flustered by her insolent talk,~To calm myself, I must
 7    2,   3|     say a word.~Dorine~Came, talk it out. Valere has asked
 8    2,   3|   drives me mad to hear folk talk such nonsense.~Mariane~Oh
 9    2,   3|   have no sympathy when folk talk nonsense,~And flatten out
10    2,   4|   Don’t shield yourself with talk of my advice.~You had your
11    3,   3|    let’s sit down, so we may talk at ease.~Tartuffe [after
12    3,   6|  blackguard?~Damis~What! His talk can so deceive you ...~Orgon~
13    4,   1| Cleante~Yes, it’s become the talk of all the town,~And make
14    4,   5| Without offending Heaven you talk so much of?~Tartuffe~If
15    4,   7|     my intent ...~Orgon~That talk is out of season.~You leave
16    4,   7|   compel~Those to repent who talk to me of leaving.~