Act,  scene

1    1,   6|     wife, all die, and never care—a snap.~Cleante~Your feelings
2    1,   6|     You’ve neither faith nor care for sacred things.~No, no;
3    2,   2|   that, although you may not care at all~For his best qualities ...~
4    3,   3|   their lasting secrecy.~The care we take to guard our own
5    3,   5|      paid for your caressing care,~And this fine gentleman
6    4,   1| sinners?~Leave to itself the care of its own vengeance,~And
7    4,   5|       Tartuffe~Why take such care for him? Between ourselves,~
8    5,   4| before retiring.~I will take care not to disturb your rest,~
9    5,   6|  much I owe to your obliging care!~Another time must serve