Act,  scene

1    3,   4| brought me there~On purpose to confound this scoundrel’s pride~And
2    3,   6|        to my daughter,~Just to confound the pride of all of you.~
3    4,   7|        For I have wherewith to confound your lies,~Avenge offended
4    5,   4|     disaster!~Orgon~May Heaven confound you both, you and your master!~
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