Act,  scene

1    1,   6| children, mother,~And wife, all die, and never care—a snap.~
2    1,   6|      the doctrine;~Wisdom shall die with you, no doubt, good
3    1,   6|  doctrine,~And wisdom shall not die with me, good brother.~But
4    2,   3|         hadn’t thought of.~Just die, and everything will be
5    2,   3|    martyrdom, I certainly shall die.~Dorine~Now don’t you fret.
6    3,   7|   cannot speak ... I think I’ll die of it.~Orgon [in tears,
7    5,   3|     hated ever;~The envious may die, but envy never.~Orgon~What’