Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|      tongue!~Dorine~I wouldn’t trust him,~Nor yet his Lawrence,
 2    2,   4|        time, the rest is easy, trust me.~One day you’ll fool
 3    3,   3|   tattling tongues, if you but trust to them,~Will foul the altar
 4    3,   3| discreet in love,~That you may trust their lasting secrecy.~The
 5    3,   6|        capable?~And should you trust my outward semblance, brother,~
 6    4,   5|        quite plainly,~I cannot trust these too enchanting words~
 7    4,   5|       of my daring;~So I shall trust to nothing, madam, till~
 8    5,   1|         in his exile, for this trust;~And on these documents,
 9    5,   1|  depend.~Cleante~How could you trust them to another’s hands?~
10    5,   3|      too patent.~Cleante~Don’t trust to that; he’ll find abundant