Act,  scene

1    1,   1|     way of living~That decent people cannot tolerate.~I’m rather
2    1,   1|     that attends your sort of people,~Their carriages forever
3    2,   2|       poke your nose in other people’s business.~Dorine [She
4    2,   3|      You have no sympathy for people’s troubles.~Dorine~I have
5    4,   5|     make up my mind to humour people.~If my consent give reason
6    5,   1| worthless scamp, and all good people?~What! Just because a rascal
7    5,   3|      And everybody knows your people hate him.~Orgon~What’s that
8    5,   3|       foundation for accusing people,~And wait until you see
9    5,   4|       one do worse than order people~Out of their house?~M. Loyal~