Act,  scene

1    2,   2|    you may do with him whate’er you please.~Dorine~With
2    2,   3|      cast off for him, whate’er he be,~Womanly modesty and
3    4,   3| knows my grief, and by whate’er can move you,~Relax a little
4    4,   6|  Orgon~Nothing more wicked e’er came out of Hell.~Elmire~