Act,  scene

  1    1,   1|            Madame Pernelle~Then don’t, my daughter-in law. Stay
  2    1,   1|       Madame Pernelle~Because I can’t endure your carryings-on,~
  3    1,   1|           demureness, butter wouldn’t melt~In your mouth, one
  4    1,   1|         know the proverb;~And I don’t like your doings on the
  5    1,   1|            but that’s my way—~I don’t mince matters, when I mean
  6    1,   1|           and must be heeded;~I can’t endure, with any show of
  7    1,   1|             This vagabond, who hadn’t, when he came,~Shoes to
  8    1,   1|             tongue!~Dorine~I wouldn’t trust him,~Nor yet his Lawrence,
  9    1,   1|       surety.~Madame Pernelle~I don’t know what the servant’s
 10    1,   1|          she’s a prude, now she can’t help herself.~As long as
 11    1,   1|           of envy,~Because they can’t endure to see another~Enjoy
 12    1,   1|           to make you laugh~And don’t ...~[To Elmire]~Daughter,
 13    1,   1|             half unsaid;~But I shan’t soon set foot in it again,~[
 14    1,   2|       Cleante, Dorine~Cleante~I won’t escort her down,~For fear
 15    1,   2|             What a pity~She shouldn’t hear the way you speak of
 16    1,   2|         dupe, and makes the most on’t,~He fools him with a hundred
 17    1,   3|      husband~Is home again. He hasn’t seen me yet,~So I’ll go
 18    1,   5|           she had nausea~And couldn’t touch a single thing for
 19    1,   5|         Dorine~All night she couldn’t get a wink~Of sleep, the
 20    1,   6|           face;~And I, though I don’t want to make you angry,~
 21    1,   6|           good eyes;~And if you don’t adore their vain grimaces,~
 22    1,   6|       things.~No, no; such talk can’t frighten me; I know~What
 23    1,   6|          own right living.~They don’t attack a sinner tooth and
 24    1,   6|      celebration of it?~Orgon~I can’t say.~Cleante~Can you have
 25    1,   6|        break your word?~Orgon~I don’t say that.~Cleante~I hope
 26    2,   2|            father, I protest it isn’t true!~Why should you make
 27    2,   2|          Dorine~Upon my word, I don’t know how the rumour~Got
 28    2,   2|             Dorine~So much so~I don’t believe it even from yourself,
 29    2,   2|            Dorine~There, there, don’t take your father seriously;~
 30    2,   2|         Dorine~No. No use.~They won’t believe you.~Orgon~If I
 31    2,   2|         free familiarity~That I don’t like, I tell you frankly,
 32    2,   2|              Orgon~Daughter, we can’t waste time upon this nonsense;~
 33    2,   2|            not quite sound.~I haven’t noticed that he’s regular~
 34    2,   2|             to be seen?~Orgon~I don’t ask your opinion on the
 35    2,   2|           tell you he’s cut out for’t;~However great your daughter’
 36    2,   2| interrupting. Hold your tongue.~Don’t poke your nose in other
 37    2,   2|          honour’s dear to me;~I can’t endure to see you made the
 38    2,   2|           men’s ridicule.~Orgon~Won’t you be still?~Dorine~‘Twould
 39    2,   2|          make this match.~Orgon~Won’t you be still, I say, you
 40    2,   2|         Dorine~I’ll go mad~If I can’t speak.~[She stops the instant
 41    2,   2|             A woman’s vengeance isn’t far to seek.~Orgon [to Dorine]~
 42    2,   2|            What’s wrong now? I didn’t speak to you.~Orgon~What
 43    2,   2|          you...~[To Dorine]~Why don’t you talk to yourself?~Dorine~
 44    2,   2|         pestilent hussy there~I can’t live with her longer, without
 45    2,   2|          longer, without sin.~I can’t discuss things in the state
 46    2,   3|      project that’s absurd,~And don’t oppose it with a single
 47    2,   3|           Dorine~Tell him one doesn’t love by proxy;~Tell him
 48    2,   3|              That’s a remedy I hadn’t thought of.~Just die, and
 49    2,   3|     constant in my love for him?~Is’t not his place to win me
 50    2,   3|             there! Come back. I can’t be angry long.~I must take
 51    2,   3|          after all.~Mariane~Oh, don’t you see, Dorine, if I must
 52    2,   3|           shall die.~Dorine~Now don’t you fret. We’ll surely find
 53    2,   4|        matter,~Madam?~Mariane~I don’t know.~Valere~That’s a pretty
 54    2,   4|            a pretty answer.~You don’t know?~Mariane~No.~Valere~
 55    2,   4|             good advice.~Valere~Don’t shield yourself with talk
 56    2,   4|       Mariane~What?~Valere~You didn’t call me?~Mariane~I? You
 57    2,   4|            quite beside myself.~Don’t hinder me from doing as
 58    2,   4|          running after Mariane]~Now t’other! Where are you going?~
 59    2,   4|              Mariane~No, no, it isn’t any use.~Valere [aside]~’
 60    2,   4|           torture to her;~No doubt, t’were better I should free
 61    2,   4|           with her now?~Valere~Didn’t you hear the things she
 62    2,   4|             a passion?~Mariane~Didn’t you see the way he treated
 63    2,   4|             you, I stake my life on’t.~Mariane [to Valere]~Why
 64    2,   4|           toward Mariane]~Come, don’t be so ungracious now about
 65    2,   4|             at a man as if you didn’t hate him.~[Mariane looks
 66    2,   4|           now, methinks,~They mustn’t find you chattering together.~[
 67    2,   4|         this door, you. And you, by t’other.~[She pushes them
 68    3,   1|         shall stop me,~And if I don’t do straightway something
 69    3,   1|            he’s at prayers, I mustn’t see him,~But likewise says,
 70    3,   1|             left alone.~Damis~I won’t~So much as speak to him.~
 71    3,   2|             that bosom, which I can’t~Endure to look on. Things
 72    3,   2|             upon your senses?~I don’t know how you get in such
 73    3,   3|            marry Mariane to you. Is’t so?~Tartuffe~He did hint
 74    3,   3|            clear, at least.~But don’t you fear that I may take
 75    3,   4|            I’m overjoyed. You needn’t try to tell me~I must give
 76    3,   6|         Brother, in God’s name, don’t be angry with him!~I’d rather
 77    3,   6|           cudgel!~[To Tartuffe]~Don’t restrain me.~[To his son]~
 78    3,   7|           compose yourself, and don’t be angry.~Tartuffe~Nay,
 79    3,   7|          house.~Orgon~What! You can’t mean it?~Tartuffe~Yes, they
 80    3,   7|          Tartuffe~No doubt they won’t stop there. These same reports~
 81    4,   1|     rightful heir’s complaints.~Don’t take so much upon yourself,
 82    4,   3|           by this marriage,~And don’t vex me about it any more.~
 83    4,   3|            before your betters.~Don’t dare to say a single word,
 84    4,   3|       Elmire [to her husband]~I can’t find words to cope with
 85    4,   3|             my rascal son,~And didn’t dare to disavow the trick~
 86    4,   3|        Orgon~I know ... and you can’t throw me off the scent.~
 87    4,   3|                 say nothing. It can’t be.~Elmire~Your error has
 88    4,   4|           he comes. Keep still, don’t show yourself.~
 89    4,   5|          comes back.]~We surely can’t afford~Another scene like
 90    4,   5|           fear at all;~I answer for’t, and take the sin upon me.~[
 91    4,   6|           man ... abominable!~I can’t get over it; the whole thing
 92    4,   6|         make quite certain,~And don’t believe a thing on mere
 93    4,   6|           Hell.~Elmire~Dear me! Don’t go and credit things too
 94    4,   6|           thoroughly convinced;~Don’t yield too soon, for fear
 95    4,   7|           in your amours;~You needn’t be so passionate. Ah ha!~
 96    4,   7|           with me,~And that you can’t insult me at your pleasure,~
 97    5,   1|            zeal;~But to make up for’t, in the name of reason,~
 98    5,   1|           from its counterfeit,~Don’t give esteem too quickly,
 99    5,   1|             If you can help it, don’t uphold imposture;~But do
100    5,   2|             tortures me to think on’t.~Damis~Let me alone, I’ll
101    5,   3|       deceiving,~And seeing shouldn’t always be believing.~Orgon~
102    5,   3|          far?~Elmire~For one, I can’t believe it possible;~Why,
103    5,   3|             too patent.~Cleante~Don’t trust to that; he’ll find
104    5,   4|             M. Loyal~Pray, sir, don’t be angry.~’Tis nothing,
105    5,   4|        aside to Orgon]~Careful!—don’t make things worse.~Damis~
106    5,   5|            judge the matter.~Or don’t you see his treason even
107    5,   7|          not run so fast;~You haven’t far to go to find your lodging;~
108    5,   8|      Cleante~Brother, hold!—and don’t~Descend to such indignities,