Act,  scene

1    1,   1|      Madame Pernelle~You’re a fool, my boy—f, o, o, l~Just
2    2,   2|     Dorine~Faith, I’m no such fool.~Orgon~So, daughter, now
3    2,   3|     if your father is a crazy fool,~And quite bewitched with
4    2,   4|      trust me.~One day you’ll fool them with a sudden illness,~
5    5,   7| fellow was by no means apt to fool him,~Far subtler snares
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