Act,  scene

 1    1,   1|     own; they think,~In the false hope of some resemblance,
 2    1,   6|  canting mummers;~There are false heroes—and false devotees;~
 3    1,   6|  There are false heroes—and false devotees;~And as true heroes
 4    1,   6| there’s a difference ‘twixt false and true.~And as I find
 5    1,   6|   influence and office~With false eye-rollings and affected
 6    1,   6|    re deceived, I think, by false pretences.~Orgon~My dear
 7    5,   1|    soul so base, a heart so false,~Hide neath the semblance
 8    5,   1|    you~With pompous show of false austerity,~Must you needs
 9    5,   3|     go mad.~Madame Pernelle~False suspicions may delude,~And
10    5,   7|   true piety,~But knows the false, and views it with disgust.~