Act,  scene

1    1,   1|   You’re a servant wench, my girl, and much~Too full of gab,
2    2,   2|    Orgon~Well spoken. A good girl. Say then, my daughter,~
3    2,   2|   Your curiosity is keen, my girl,~To make you come eavesdropping
4    2,   2|    like, I tell you frankly, girl.~Dorine~There, there, let’
5    2,   2|     Like him possession of a girl like her?~Think what a scandal’
6    2,   2|   mercy of the fates,~When a girl’s married to a man she hates;~
7    2,   3|     go through.~Mariane~Dear girl!~Dorine~No.~Mariane~If I
8    5,   4| become you well.~M. Loyal~My girl, such infamous words are