Act,  scene

1    1,   1|      Must have his say; it’s perfect pandemonium.~Dorine~If ...~
2    1,   1| Orante, we all know, lives a perfect life;~Her thoughts are all
3    1,   6| Whoever does his will, knows perfect peace,~And counts the whole
4    3,   3|     well may be entranced~By perfect works that Heaven has fashioned
5    3,   3|   could not look on you, the perfect creature,~Without admiring
6    3,   3|   hopes all things from your perfect goodness,~And nothing from
7    5,   5|   neighbour makes his virtue perfect;~And knowing money is a
8    5,   7|   that you make parade of~Is perfect as you say, why should it