Act,  scene

1    1,   1|   Tartuffe, your friend, is mighty lucky ...~Madame Pernelle~
2    1,   5|   Tartuffe? He’s well;~He’s mighty well; stout, fat, fair,
3    2,   1|    us;~That little closet’s mighty fit to hide in.~There! We’
4    2,   2| married me by force, that’s mighty certain;~I’d let him know,
5    5,   1|     That box must hide some mighty mystery?~Orgon~Argas, my
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