Act,  scene

1    1,   2|   Cleante, Dorine~Cleante~I won’t escort her down,~For fear
2    1,   2|    late unpleasantness1~Had won him much esteem, and proved
3    2,   2|    noble merit,~That he has won your heart, and you would
4    2,   2|   you would have me say~Has won my heart, and I would like
5    2,   2|     Dorine~No. No use.~They won’t believe you.~Orgon~If
6    2,   2|   all men’s ridicule.~Orgon~Won’t you be still?~Dorine~‘
7    2,   2|  you make this match.~Orgon~Won’t you be still, I say, you
8    3,   1| must be left alone.~Damis~I won’t~So much as speak to him.~
9    3,   7|      Tartuffe~No doubt they won’t stop there. These same