Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|     Cleante~Eh! madam, can you hope to keep folk’s tongues~From
 2    1,   1| painted in their colours,~They hope to justify their own; they
 3    1,   1|       they think,~In the false hope of some resemblance, either~
 4    1,   6|      don’t say that.~Cleante~I hope no obstacle~Can keep you
 5    2,   4|       we may make,~My greatest hope, be sure, must rest on you.~
 6    3,   3|     weak endeavour.~You are my hope, my stay, my peace of heart;~
 7    3,   3|  unjust influence~By which you hope to win another’s rights;~
 8    4,   3|         If, crossing that fond hope which I had formed,~You’
 9    4,   5|  deserved, the less~We dare to hope for it; and words alone~
10    4,   5|     you everything,~And cannot hope to give full satisfaction~
11    5,   7|    Mariane~Who’d have dared to hope it?~Orgon [to Tartuffe,
12    5,   8|      oppress him, but not you.~Hope rather that his heart may