Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|   mouth, one would think to look at you.~Still waters, though,
 2    1,   1|  him well.~Damis~No, madam, look you, nothing—not my father~
 3    1,   6|  time, before our very eyes~Look at Ariston, Periandre, Oronte,~
 4    2,   1|     Who? I?~Orgon~Yes, you. Look to it how you answer.~Mariane~
 5    2,   4|    ungracious now about it;~Look at a man as if you didn’
 6    3,   2|     which I can’t~Endure to look on. Things like that offend~
 7    3,   3|  are rapt away;~I could not look on you, the perfect creature,~
 8    3,   3| must speak.~If but you will look down with gracious favour~
 9    4,   5|    shut the door first, and look everywhere~For fear of spies.~[
10    4,   5|   No matter; go, I beg you, look about,~And carefully examine