Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|  takes the slightest pains to please me.~I leave your house,
 2    1,   1|   princess.~A woman who would please her husband’s eyes~Alone,
 3    1,   1|      the kind of rigmarole to please you,~Daughter-inlaw. One
 4    1,   5|     Cleante]~Just wait a bit, please, brother-inlaw.~Let me allay
 5    1,   6|       Orgon~Why, anything you please.~Cleante~But we must know~
 6    2,   1|       say of him—anything you please.~
 7    2,   2|   Orgon~What say you?~Mariane~Please, what did you say?~Orgon~
 8    2,   2|      do with him whate’er you please.~Dorine~With him? Do naught
 9    2,   2| thinking.~Orgon~Think all you please; but not a syllable~To me
10    2,   3|     one, not he, the man must please;~If his Tartuffe has charmed
11    2,   3|   Mariane~Oh, you’ll kill me. Please~Contrive to help me out
12    2,   4|      free to think so, if you please.~Valere~Yes, yes,~I’m free
13    4,   5|    employs its utmost zeal to please you,~And counts your love
14    5,   4|     this house?~M. Loyal~Yes, please, sir~The house is now, as
15    5,   4|     and just for form’s sake, please,~You’ll bring your keys