Act,  scene

1    1,   6|       the world applaud their passion,~And seek to stab us with
2    2,   4|   quite mad, to get in such a passion?~Mariane~Didn’t you see
3    3,   1|        moderate this towering passion;~Your father did but merely
4    3,   3| lovely one,~I saw how this my passion may be blameless,~How I
5    3,   3|       husband of your gallant passion,~And that a prompt report
6    3,   3|      frailty,~The violence of passion that offends you,~And not
7    4,   4|     longings of his shameless passion,~And give free play to all
8    4,   5|       too ready to allow your passion.~Tartuffe~Your words are