Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|  mistress.~Madame Pernelle~You hold your tongue, and think what
 2    1,   6|        mockery of all that men hold sacred;~Men who, enslaved
 3    2,   2|       for son-inlaw?~Orgon~You hold your tongue. And know, the
 4    2,   2|        done with interrupting. Hold your tongue.~Don’t poke
 5    2,   2|       too officious; pray you, hold your tongue.~Dorine~’Tis
 6    2,   2|       once for all, I tell you hold your tongue.~Dorine~Then
 7    2,   4|     think.~[Valere and Mariane hold each other’s hands some
 8    3,   3|      the fever soon let go its hold.~Tartuffe~My prayers, I
 9    4,   3|       But what ... ?~Orgon~You hold your tongue, before your
10    4,   5| hindrance;~Your heart need not hold back for such a trifle.~
11    5,   8|        Dorine~Cleante~Brother, hold!—and don’t~Descend to such