Jean-Baptiste Poquelin (alias Molière) Tartuffe Concordances (Hapax - words occurring once) |
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1 Not | Born at Paris in January, 1622, where his father held a 2 Not | Ridicules,” produced in 1659. In this brilliant piece 3 Not | his life. On February 17, 1673, while acting in “La Malade 4 Not | into his life. On February 17, 1673, while acting in “ 5 5, 3 | Pernelle~For slanderers abound in calumnies ...~Orgon~Mother, 6 2, 3 | broach a project that’s absurd,~And don’t oppose it with 7 5, 3 | trust to that; he’ll find abundant warrant~To give good colour 8 4, 5 | to be so exacting,~And so abuse by urgency the weakness~ 9 2, 4 | choice, and worthy of your acceptance.~Mariane~Oh, very well, 10 2, 2 | himself. Such vanity~But ill accords with pious living, sir.~ 11 4, 1 | a Christian love for my accuser,~But feared him in my heart, 12 | across 13 4, 1 | worst for us—suppose Damis~Acted the traitor, and accused 14 5, 4 | such infamous words are actionable.~And warrants can be issued 15 4, 3 | And if that’s not enough, add all of mine;~I willingly 16 5, 7 | ingratitude and baseness,~Added this horror to his other 17 1, 1 | company you keep.~Dorine~O admirable pattern! Virtuous dame!~ 18 1, 2 | hero;~He’s lost in constant admiration, quotes him~On all occasions, 19 1, 6 | kind of hero more~To be admired than men of true religion,~ 20 3, 3 | perfect creature,~Without admiring Nature’s great Creator,~ 21 3, 7(4)| Some modern editions have adopted the reading, preserved by 22 1, 6 | good eyes;~And if you don’t adore their vain grimaces,~You’ 23 5, 2 | king,~That violence can not advance our cause.~ 24 1, 5 | you.~Things are not far advanced yet, in the country?~Orgon~ 25 5, 4 | errand will be found to his advantage.~Dorine~Your name, then?~ 26 2, 2 | whose brows are pointed at afar~May thank themselves their 27 5, 6 | secrecy that’s due to state affairs,~And sent me word but now, 28 3, 2 | prisoners.~Dorine [aside]~What affectation and what showing off!~Tartuffe~ 29 Not | contemporary manners and affectations by frank portrayal and criticism. 30 1, 6 | With false eye-rollings and affected raptures;~Those men, I say, 31 2, 1 | grateful for your fatherly affection.~Orgon~Well spoken, daughter. 32 4, 5 | comes back.]~We surely can’t afford~Another scene like that 33 4, 5 | trifle.~Elmire~But they affright us so with Heaven’s commands!~ 34 4, 1 | after this day’s scandal and affront~Heaven does not order me 35 1, 1 | makes you dream and stand agape,~Hussy! I’ll warm your ears 36 5, 6 | you,~Found means, an hour ago, to see the prince,~And 37 1, 6 | Ariston, Periandre, Oronte,~Alcidamas, Clitandre, and Polydore;~ 38 1, 5 | please, brother-inlaw.~Let me allay my first anxiety~By asking 39 4, 3 | wretched days that Heaven allots me.~Orgon~These girls are 40 | almost 41 3, 2 | say I’m gone~To share my alms among the prisoners.~Dorine [ 42 | along 43 | also 44 3, 3 | trust to them,~Will foul the altar where their hearts have 45 | although 46 5, 5 | Madame Pernelle~I’m all amazed, befuddled, and beflustered!~ 47 2, 1 | do so is the height of my ambition.~Orgon~Excellent well. What 48 4, 3 | things we’ve told you.~Orgon~Amen! I take you at your word. 49 4, 7 | You are too eager in your amours;~You needn’t be so passionate. 50 1, 1 | And shall we never dare amuse ourselves~Till this fine 51 3, 3 | from me;~But, madam, I’m no angel, after all;~If you condemn 52 5, 6 | claims.~Orgon~Man is a wicked animal, I’ll own it!~Valere~The 53 1, 1 | footmen, flocked together,~Annoy the neighbourhood, and raise 54 1, 5 | brother-inlaw.~Let me allay my first anxiety~By asking news about the 55 4, 8 | another thing to make me anxious.~Elmire~What’s that?~Orgon~ 56 4, 7 | I’ve searched the whole apartment through.~There’s no one 57 2, 3 | And sometimes a trained ape, and Punch and Judy;~Though 58 1, 2(2)| Moliere feels called on to apologize for a touch of realism like 59 2, 3 | And he returns your love, apparently?~Mariane~I think so.~Dorine~ 60 5, 5 | contract;~His perfidy must now appear too black~To bring him the 61 3, 7(4)| the original version, it appears in none of the early editions, 62 1, 6 | since they make the world applaud their passion,~And seek 63 Not | plays. He had his share of applause from the king and from the 64 4, 5 | To make me break off this approaching marriage;~And if I may express 65 5, 7 | This fellow was by no means apt to fool him,~Far subtler 66 1, 1 | man remarked one day~Most aptly, ’tis the Tower of Babylon,~ 67 2, 3 | to you?~Do you know how ardently I love him?~Dorine~How do 68 5, 1 | some mighty mystery?~Orgon~Argas, my friend who is in trouble, 69 3, 7 | make haste to draw the deed aright,~And then let envy burst 70 1, 6 | before our very eyes~Look at Ariston, Periandre, Oronte,~Alcidamas, 71 2, 2(3)| which she had lifted calmly arranges her hair and her cap. Orgon 72 3, 5 | ve news to welcome your arrival,~That’s altogether novel, 73 3, 4 | vengeance~On his hypocrisy and arrogance,~And undeceive my father, 74 3, 3 | Might be the Evil Spirit’s artful snare;~I even schooled my 75 1, 6 | both to masks and faces~Set artifice beside sincerity,~Confuse 76 1, 5 | allay my first anxiety~By asking news about the family.~[ 77 4, 5 | and words alone~Can ill assuage our love’s desires. A fate~ 78 4, 5 | favour~I sigh for, shall assure me of their truth~And build 79 5, 4 | insolence is monstrous, and astounding!~M. Loyal [to Damis]~I have 80 1, 5 | before her,~And unctuously ate up two partridges,~As well 81 1, 6 | your language smacks of atheism;~And I suspect your soul’ 82 1, 6 | blind as they.~They call you atheist if you have good eyes;~And 83 5, 4 | virtue of a contract here attached,~Drawn in due form, and 84 2, 2 | temporal things~And fixed attachment to the things eternal.~My 85 1, 6 | are they over-zealous to attempt~Far more in heaven’s behalf 86 1, 1 | visits;~The turmoil that attends your sort of people,~Their 87 4, 5 | coughing to draw her husband’s attention]~What! Must you go so fast?— 88 3, 3 | visits which your charms attract,~Does not result from any 89 4, 1 | thought would be!~They would attribute it to merest scheming~On 90 5, 4 | us, pray.~M. Loyal~Then au revoir. Heaven keep you 91 5, 7 | Tartuffe~The act cannot be aught but honourable,~Coming from 92 4, 7 | wherewith to confound your lies,~Avenge offended Heaven, and compel~ 93 3, 7 | Prevent all scandal, and avoid your wife.~Orgon~No, you 94 3, 3 | condemn my frankly made avowal~You only have your charming 95 1, 3 | And I, to save time, will await him here;~I’ll merely say 96 1, 1 | Where all, beyond all limit, babble on.~And just to tell you 97 1, 1 | aptly, ’tis the Tower of Babylon,~Where all, beyond all limit, 98 1, 1 | then be silenced?~Against backbiting there is no defence~So let 99 1, 6 | the poor.~At length heaven bade me take him to my home,~ 100 4, 5 | you saw I did my best~To baffle his design, and calm his 101 2, 3 | ball; with orchestra—two bag-pipes;~And sometimes a trained 102 5, 7 | reason always holds the balance even.~He honours and exalts 103 2, 3 | carnival, you’ll have~Perhaps—a ball; with orchestra—two bag-pipes;~ 104 1, 1 | these assemblies, and these balls,~Are all inventions of the 105 Not | Introductory Note~Jean Baptiste Poquelin, better known by 106 3, 3 | beauty,~Thinking it was a bar to my salvation.~But soon, 107 2, 3 | not~A hundred times laid bare my heart to you?~Do you 108 1, 6 | of outward unction,~Those barefaced charlatans, those hireling 109 3, 6 | too, my curse into the bargain.~ 110 2, 2 | man~With that expanse of beard across his face~Be mad enough 111 3, 3 | the friendship which he bears you?~Tartuffe~I know that 112 1, 6 | depends.~Cleante~Why must you beat about?~Valere has sent me 113 4, 5 | counts your love its one beatitude;~And yet that heart must 114 1, 6 | Nothing more noble or more beautiful~Than is the holy zeal of 115 1, 5 | straight into a good warm bed,~And slept quite undisturbed 116 5, 5 | all amazed, befuddled, and beflustered!~Dorine [to Orgon]~You are 117 5, 5 | Pernelle~I’m all amazed, befuddled, and beflustered!~Dorine [ 118 | begin 119 3, 2 | Madam will soon be down,~And begs the favour of a word with 120 5, 4 | knows too well a gentleman’s behaviour~To wish in any wise to question 121 3, 6 | you?~[To his son]~Villain! Behold his goodness!~Damis~So ...~ 122 3, 3 | less a man;~And when a man beholds your heavenly charms,~The 123 1, 2 | choicest tidbits to him; if he belches,~[’tis a servant speaking]2~ 124 4, 5 | can be said suffices for belief,~Since more convincing proof 125 4, 3 | You were too calm, to be believed; if that~Had happened, you’ 126 5, 3 | seeing shouldn’t always be believing.~Orgon~I’ll go mad.~Madame 127 4, 3 | You’ll not permit me to belong to one~Whom I have dared 128 5, 4 | haste to move your least belongings;~My men will help you—I 129 4, 7 | master here!~This house belongs to me, I’ll have you know,~ 130 5, 3 | my brother,~Load him with benefactions every day,~Give him my daughter, 131 5, 2 | threaten you,~Forget the many benefits received,~And in his base 132 1, 2 | but now he’s like~A man besotted, since he’s been so taken~ 133 5, 7 | Accusing you, the knave betrayed himself,~And by true recompense 134 4, 3 | your tongue, before your betters.~Don’t dare to say a single 135 3, 7(4)| close resemblance to the Biblical phrase.~ 136 4, 3 | straight to self-deceit.~Bid him come down to me.~[To 137 3, 7 | delicate,~And friendship binds me to forestall suspicion,~ 138 2, 2 | loudly boast his name and birth;~The humble ways of genuine 139 3, 6 | d rather bear myself the bitterest torture~Than have him get 140 3, 7 | my soul suffer torture, bitterly ...~My horror at it ... 141 Not | that followed increased the bitterness that public hostility had 142 3, 6 | You’ll not relent,~You blackguard?~Damis~What! His talk can 143 3, 3 | how this my passion may be blameless,~How I may make it fit with 144 4, 3 | attack upon it~Except with blazing eyes and lips of scorn?~ 145 1, 5 | And got up courage to be bled; and then~She was relieved 146 4, 5 | favours?~Tartuffe~The less a blessing is deserved, the less~We 147 3, 3 | of judgment, I shall be~Blest, if you will; or damned, 148 4, 3 | cope with such a case;~Your blindness makes me quite astounded 149 3, 3 | depends my torment or my bliss;~And by your doom of judgment, 150 2, 4 | can still~Find means to block the marriage by delay.~If 151 1, 5 | evils,~And to replace the blood that she had lost,~He drank 152 2, 2(3)| between her fingers, then blows into the air, and watches 153 2, 2 | alone~Should not so loudly boast his name and birth;~The 154 3, 3 | women are so fond of,~Are boastful of their acts, and vain 155 1, 6 | You’re quite sincere in boasting of his zeal;~But you’re 156 3, 3 | Give you good health of body and of soul,~And bless your 157 5, 1 | What! Just because a rascal boldly duped you~With pompous show 158 1, 6 | destroy a man, will have the boldness~To call their private grudge 159 5, 6 | Let’s lose no time; the bolt is swift to strike,~And 160 1, 1 | yet his Lawrence, without bonds and surety.~Madame Pernelle~ 161 3, 6 | word, I’ll break your every bone.~Tartuffe~Brother, in God’ 162 Not | the head of French comedy. Born at Paris in January, 1622, 163 4, 1 | out this scandal to the bottom,~Suppose the worst for us— 164 2, 3 | Tartuffe? And breaks~His bounden word? Is that your lover’ 165 1, 1 | Pernelle~You’re a fool, my boy—f, o, o, l~Just spells your 166 3, 3 | vain in speech;~They always brag in public of their progress;~ 167 1, 6 | religion;~Yet they’re no braggadocios of virtue,~They do not make 168 4, 1 | commands,~And not perplex our brains with further questions.~ 169 4, 3 | And quite too long you’ve branded me a liar.~I must at once, 170 3, 6 | Young rascal! Ah! I’ll brave you all, and show you~That 171 1, 5 | plucked up courage properly,~Bravely entrenched his soul against 172 1, 5 | she had lost,~He drank at breakfast four huge draughts of wine.~ 173 2, 4 | trifling pretext~To justify the breaking of your word.~Mariane~Exactly 174 2, 3 | bewitched with his Tartuffe? And breaks~His bounden word? Is that 175 5, 7 | Madame Pernelle~At last I breathe again.~Elmire~A happy outcome!~ 176 4, 5 | No respite even?—not a breathing space?~Nay, is it decent 177 2, 3 | fill your heart~To be the bride of such a handsome fellow!~ 178 Not | produced in 1659. In this brilliant piece Moliere lifted French 179 2, 3 | from A to Zed?~You let them broach a project that’s absurd,~ 180 5, 4 | faith,~With such a fine broad back, good Mr. Loyal,~A 181 2, 4 | You’ve met a funeral, or broke a mirror,~Or dreamed of 182 2, 2 | ways of genuine devoutness~Brook not so much display of earthly 183 2, 2 | being human,~And men whose brows are pointed at afar~May 184 4, 5 | assure me of their truth~And build within my soul, on firm 185 2, 2 | woman can,~With husbands built upon a certain plan;~And 186 3, 7 | aright,~And then let envy burst itself with spite!~ 187 2, 2 | endure to see you made the butt~Of all men’s ridicule.~Orgon~ 188 1, 1 | You’re all demureness, butter wouldn’t melt~In your mouth, 189 5, 3 | cause than this, a strong cabal~Can make one’s life a labyrinth 190 1, 6 | think the best~Of others. No caballers, no intriguers,~They mind 191 1, 1 | godliness~At them—but idle cackle, nonsense, flimflam.~Our 192 1, 2 | pressed in the Golden Legend,~Calling it a horrid crime for us 193 2, 2(3)| hand which she had lifted calmly arranges her hair and her 194 5, 3 | For slanderers abound in calumnies ...~Orgon~Mother, you’d 195 1, 6 | you angry,~Must tell you candidly that she’s quite right.~ 196 2, 2(3)| arranges her hair and her cap. Orgon goes on, “Think of 197 1, 1 | herself.~As long as she could capture men’s attentions~She made 198 2, 2 | be robbed of all,~Through careless disregard of temporal things~ 199 2, 2 | living, sir.~The man who cares for holiness alone~Should 200 3, 5 | You are well paid for your caressing care,~And this fine gentleman 201 2, 3 | There, once a year, at carnival, you’ll have~Perhaps—a ball; 202 1, 1 | everything, this zealous carper.~Madame Pernelle~And all 203 5, 6 | be fatal, sir.~I have my carriage, and a thousand louis,~Provided 204 1, 1 | your sort of people,~Their carriages forever at the door,~And 205 4, 7 | But now the proof’s been carried far enough;~I’m satisfied, 206 5, 7 | clamour;~Be good enough to carry out your order.~The Officer~ 207 1, 1 | Because I can’t endure your carryings-on,~And no one takes the slightest 208 2, 3 | that I’m in love?~Shall I cast off for him, whate’er he 209 2, 2(3)| resistance: this time he catches her; but just as he swings 210 1, 6 | enlightened,~The oracle, the Cato, of our age.~All men, compared 211 3, 4 | righteous anger, and has caused~Far too much trouble in 212 2, 4 | them with a sudden illness,~Causing delay; another day, ill 213 1, 6 | Cleante~Then why put off the celebration of it?~Orgon~I can’t say.~ 214 1, 1 | all he censures is well censured, too.~He wants to guide 215 1, 1 | saying.~He’s not alone in censuring these visits;~The turmoil 216 1, 2(2)| verse of the seventeenth century, that Moliere feels called 217 2, 3 | must bear~This martyrdom, I certainly shall die.~Dorine~Now don’ 218 4, 5 | you’ve inspired,~And my chagrin, should such a match compel 219 3, 3 | ticklish.~[She moves her chair away, and Tartuffe brings 220 2, 4 | woman’s heart,~Our pride is challenged; we, too, must forget;~Or 221 2, 4 | madam ...~Mariane~Yes, he’s changed his plans,~And did but now 222 2, 2(3)| suddenly; but Dorine quickly changes her gesture and with the 223 2, 2(3)| promised blow, she stops him by changing the intent of her gesture, 224 2, 4 | it out to the end o’ the chapter~To see how far the thing 225 Not | foibles of the day.~His characteristic qualities are nowhere better 226 Not | Tartuffe.” Compared with such characterization as Shakespeare’s, Moliere’ 227 Ch | Characters~Madame Pernelle, mother 228 5, 3 | should try to do what’s charged against him.~Orgon~If you 229 1, 6 | unction,~Those barefaced charlatans, those hireling zealots,~ 230 3, 3 | avowal~You only have your charming self to blame.~Soon as I 231 2, 2 | monstrous impudence~Must be chastised with one good slap in the 232 2, 4 | methinks,~They mustn’t find you chattering together.~[To Valere]~You, 233 4, 3 | A lover’s never hard to cheat,~And self-conceit leads 234 3, 6 | Who? I? Ask pardon of that cheating scoundrel ... ?~Orgon~Do 235 3, 3 | behalf.~Tartuffe~We could not cherish your dear health too much;~ 236 3, 6 | Tartuffe~Ah! Let him speak; you chide him wrongfully;~You’d do 237 1, 2 | could; we must give up~The choicest tidbits to him; if he belches,~[’ 238 5, 2 | Damis~Let me alone, I’ll chop his ears off for him.~We 239 5, 1 | and left it with me.~He chose me, in his exile, for this 240 5, 6 | to secure the property he claims.~Orgon~Man is a wicked animal, 241 5, 7 | deliver me from all this clamour;~Be good enough to carry 242 4, 3 | arms itself with teeth and claws~To tear men’s eyes out at 243 2, 4 | your senses and both gone clean daft!~I’ve let you fight 244 5, 4 | ones~To serve you, sir, in clearing out the house.~No one could 245 Not | at the Jesuit College de Clermont, and for some time studied 246 1, 6 | Periandre, Oronte,~Alcidamas, Clitandre, and Polydore;~No one denies 247 5, 7 | well he knows the trick~Of cloaking him with what we most revere!~ 248 4, 5 | spies.~[Tartuffe goes and closes the door, and comes back.]~ 249 1, 1 | came,~Shoes to his feet, or clothing worth six farthings,~And 250 4, 3 | Elmire]~The man’s a crafty codger,~Perhaps you’ll find it 251 1, 6 | counterfeit as good as honest coin?~Men, for the most part, 252 4, 3 | vixen,~And I believe a quiet cold rebuff~No less effective 253 2, 3 | On Mrs. Bailiff, Mrs. Tax–Collector,~Who’ll patronise you with 254 Not | was educated at the Jesuit College de Clermont, and for some 255 5, 3 | abundant warrant~To give good colour to his acts against you;~ 256 1, 1 | actions, painted in their colours,~They hope to justify their 257 2, 2(3)| As given at the Comedie francaise, the action is 258 2, 2(3)| Regnier, Le Tartuffe des Comediens.~ 259 Not | public; but the satire in his comedies made him many enemies, and 260 3, 3 | goodness you will give me comfort~And condescend unto my nothingness,~ 261 4, 3 | not make me, by your harsh command,~Complain to Heaven you 262 1, 1 | heard~That she condemns the company you keep.~Dorine~O admirable 263 2, 2 | that is riches quite beyond compare.~This match will bring you 264 2, 2(3)| innocence of expression, and compelled to hide his rage.—Regnier, 265 3, 3 | see elsewhere the sweet compelling charms~Of such a joy as 266 4, 3 | by your harsh command,~Complain to Heaven you ever were 267 2, 4 | come now, have I not a just complaint?~And truly, are you not 268 4, 1 | cause a rightful heir’s complaints.~Don’t take so much upon 269 2, 3 | handsome too;~Red ears and high complexion—oh, my lud!~You’ll be too 270 Not | may seem to be lacking in complexity; but it is precisely the 271 3, 7 | To Tartuffe]~Brother, compose yourself, and don’t be angry.~ 272 5, 4 | conjectures~And promises some compromise already.~M. Loyal~All of 273 2, 2 | himself:~Can you without compunction give a man~Like him possession 274 3, 5 | that the thing should be concealed;~But I will not condone 275 5, 3 | And so, I cannot possibly conceive~That he should try to do 276 5, 1 | pious nowadays?~Leave such conclusions to mere infidels;~Distinguish 277 3, 3 | angel, after all;~If you condemn my frankly made avowal~You 278 1, 1 | and I have heard~That she condemns the company you keep.~Dorine~ 279 3, 3 | will give me comfort~And condescend unto my nothingness,~I’ll 280 3, 5 | concealed;~But I will not condone such shamelessness,~Nor 281 4, 5 | violence to make~This dear confession of her love, and you~Are 282 5, 1 | straight to my traitor, to confide~In him; his sophistry made 283 4, 5 | satisfaction~Or win full confidence, at lesser cost.~No doubt ’ 284 2, 2 | all wrought up, with your confounded nonsense;~Now, once for 285 1, 6 | artifice beside sincerity,~Confuse the semblance with reality,~ 286 4, 5 | his anger.~But I was so confused, I never thought~To contradict 287 4, 5 | throws my mind into a strange confusion!~With what fierce sway it 288 1, 6 | drew the eyes of all the congregation,~To watch the fervour of 289 4, 6 | believe a thing on mere conjecture.~Orgon~Nothing more wicked 290 5, 4 | beginning suits with my conjectures~And promises some compromise 291 4, 1 | scheming~On my part—say that conscious of my guilt~I feigned a 292 5, 4 | folk like you, sir, and consented~To serve these papers, only 293 4, 1 | his own risk and peril;~Consider, it were better he misused 294 2, 2 | As a wise father, I’ve considered all~With due deliberation.~ 295 2, 4 | so great; you’ll easily~Console yourself completely for 296 4, 7 | seeing Orgon]~All things conspire toward my satisfaction,~ 297 4, 5 | That we shall be together constantly;~So that is how, without 298 5, 3 | misconstrued.~Orgon~Must I construe as Christian charity~The 299 3, 3 | And not forget, when you consult your mirror,~That I’m not 300 Not | purpose—the satirizing of contemporary manners and affectations 301 4, 5 | confused, I never thought~To contradict his story; still, thank 302 1, 6 | to church each day, with contrite mien,~Kneeled, on both knees, 303 2, 3 | you’ll kill me. Please~Contrive to help me out with your 304 5, 3 | s pride~Made me lose all control of my resentment.~Cleante~ 305 4, 3 | daughter;~Oh, rather let a convent’s rigid rule~Wear out the 306 2, 3 | uncles and of cousins,~Whose conversation will delight you. Then~You’ 307 1, 6 | else, as so much dung.~His converse has transformed me quite; 308 4, 4 | pass, because~’Tis only to convince you, as I promised.~By wheedling 309 4, 5 | suffices for belief,~Since more convincing proof is still demanded,~ 310 4, 3 | husband]~I can’t find words to cope with such a case;~Your blindness 311 1, 1 | the way with all your old coquettes;~They find it hard to see 312 4, 5 | carefully examine every corner.~ 313 4, 5 | full confidence, at lesser cost.~No doubt ’tis very hard 314 4, 5 | coughs still louder.]~Your cough is very bad.~Elmire~Yes, 315 4, 5 | the sin upon me.~[Elmire coughs still louder.]~Your cough 316 3, 4 | your leave; I’ll not be counselled.~I’m overjoyed. You needn’ 317 4, 5 | fault can surely not be counted mine.~Tartuffe~It need not, 318 1, 5 | far advanced yet, in the country?~Orgon~Dorine ...~[To Cleante]~ 319 5, 4 | gentleman. He’s fair and courteous,~And knows too well a gentleman’ 320 2, 3 | it full of uncles and of cousins,~Whose conversation will 321 3, 2 | handkerchief.~Dorine~What?~Tartuffe~Cover up that bosom, which I can’ 322 1, 2 | carp at us.~Even his silly coxcomb of a lackey~Makes it his 323 5, 1 | recognise~That you’ve been cozened by a feigned zeal;~But to 324 4, 3 | to Elmire]~The man’s a crafty codger,~Perhaps you’ll find 325 4, 6 | VI~Orgon, Elmire~Orgon [crawling out from under the table]~ 326 2, 3 | But if your father is a crazy fool,~And quite bewitched 327 Not | the simplicity with which creations like Tartuffe embody the 328 3, 3 | admiring Nature’s great Creator,~And feeling all my heart 329 1, 6 | the most part, are strange creatures, truly!~You never find them 330 3, 6 | Heaven! Can what I hear be credited?~Tartuffe~Yes, brother, 331 3, 6 | steeped in evil,~The greatest criminal that ever lived.~Each moment 332 1, 1 | What! Shall I let a bigot criticaster~Come and usurp a tyrant’ 333 Not | affectations by frank portrayal and criticism. In the great plays that 334 3, 4 | has ruled my father,~And crossed my sister’s love, and mine 335 4, 3 | poor life you gave me.~If, crossing that fond hope which I had 336 5, 8 | happiness reward Valere,~And crown a lover noble and sincere.~ ~ 337 5, 7 | stroke for the last;~This crowns your perfidies, and ruins 338 1, 1 | soon set foot in it again,~[Cuffing Flipotte]~Come, you! What 339 2, 3 | courage;~There’s one sure cure, I know, for all my troubles.~[ 340 2, 2 | are you doing there?~Your curiosity is keen, my girl,~To make 341 1, 2(2)| the old editions. It is a curious illustration of the desire 342 3, 6 | you,~And give you, too, my curse into the bargain.~ 343 3, 6 | discredit ...~Orgon~Silence, cursed plague!~Tartuffe~Ah! Let 344 1, 1 | admirable pattern! Virtuous dame!~She lives the model of 345 1, 1 | but a prude’s.~These pious dames, in their austerity,~Must 346 5, 3 | Orgon~Mother, you’d make me damn my soul. I tell you~I saw 347 3, 3 | be~Blest, if you will; or damned, by your decree.~Elmire~ 348 1, 6 | of heaven;~All the more dangerous, since in their anger~They 349 1, 1 | gall.~Dorine~Our neighbour Daphne, and her little husband,~ 350 5, 3 | with such a foul design,~He dares to menace me with my own 351 4, 5 | doubt the fortunes of my daring;~So I shall trust to nothing, 352 1, 1 | Pernelle~Then don’t, my daughter-in law. Stay where you are.~ 353 1, 1 | rigmarole to please you,~Daughter-inlaw. One never has a chance~ 354 1, 5 | to sit up with her till daylight.~Orgon~How~About Tartuffe?~ 355 4, 1 | charms for me;~I am not dazzled by their treacherous glamour;~ 356 Not | educated at the Jesuit College de Clermont, and for some time 357 5, 2 | ears off for him.~We must deal roundly with his insolence;~’ 358 5, 7 | is not a friend to double dealing,~His eyes can read men’s 359 1, 1 | think ...~Madame Pernelle~O dearie me, his little sister!~You’ 360 2, 1 | So I’ve always love you dearly.~Mariane~I’m grateful for 361 2, 4 | your love? And it was all deceit~When you ...~Mariane~I beg 362 1, 6 | of his zeal;~But you’re deceived, I think, by false pretences.~ 363 1, 6 | sacrilegious, treacherous pretence~Deceives at will, and with impunity~ 364 5, 3 | dear, appearances are oft deceiving,~And seeing shouldn’t always 365 1, 1 | offends me,~To see you always decked out like a princess.~A woman 366 1, 6 | prayers to heaven;~With deep-drawn sighs and great ejaculations,~ 367 3, 5 | telling;~It is enough if she defend herself;~Or so I think; 368 3, 7 | what is more, the better to defy them,~I’ll have no other 369 1, 1 | Till this fine gentleman deigns to consent?~Dorine~If we 370 5, 7 | Officer~Yes, I’ve too long delayed its execution;~’Tis very 371 2, 2 | considered all~With due deliberation.~Dorine~I’ll go mad~If I 372 3, 7 | fit the case. Honour is delicate,~And friendship binds me 373 5, 7 | the Officer]~Pray, sir, deliver me from all this clamour;~ 374 5, 3 | Pernelle~False suspicions may delude,~And good to evil oft is 375 4, 5 | convincing proof is still demanded,~I must make up my mind 376 1, 1 | little sister!~You’re all demureness, butter wouldn’t melt~In 377 1, 6 | Clitandre, and Polydore;~No one denies their claim to true religion;~ 378 1, 1 | example for ’em;~Their dear departed mother did much better.~ 379 5, 1 | judge his life and property depend.~Cleante~How could you trust 380 2, 2(3)| rage.—Regnier, Le Tartuffe des Comediens.~ 381 5, 8 | Brother, hold!—and don’t~Descend to such indignities, I beg 382 1, 1 | He censures nothing but deserves his censure.~These visits, 383 4, 5 | Can ill assuage our love’s desires. A fate~Too full of happiness, 384 2, 2 | daughter’s virtue, sir,~His destiny is sure to prove the stronger.~ 385 5, 7 | names,~Whose horrid crimes, detailed at length, might fill~A 386 2, 4 | see, I’m fixed, resolved, determined.~Dorine~So!~Mariane [aside]~ 387 3, 6 | Heap on me names yet more detestable,~And I shall not gainsay 388 5, 7 | to resolve you in a word—~Detesting his ingratitude and baseness,~ 389 2, 4 | Valere]~Same thing again! Deuce take you both, I say.~Now 390 1, 5 | as half a leg o’ mutton, deviled.~Orgon~Poor man!~Dorine~ 391 2, 3 | you love him?~Mariane~Yes, devotedly.~Dorine~And he returns your 392 4, 1 | half-past three; certain devotions~Recall me to my closet; 393 Not | seized with illness and died a few hours later.~The first 394 4, 5 | Madam; just now you used a different style.~Elmire~If that refusal 395 4, 3 | Perhaps you’ll find it difficult to catch him.~Elmire [to 396 1, 2(2)| desire for uniformity and dignity of style in dramatic verse 397 5, 3 | it~A hundred times, and din it in your ears?~Madame 398 Not | in the provinces, acting, directing performances, managing theaters, 399 2, 4 | the shoulders, in opposite directions.]~ 400 5, 1 | since he holds you at such disadvantage,~You’d be still more imprudent, 401 4, 3 | son,~And didn’t dare to disavow the trick~He tried to play 402 4, 3 | are bewitched with him, to disbelieve~The things we tell you happened 403 5, 7 | cannot deceive him.~His sharp discernment sees things clear and true;~ 404 5, 4 | I’m not disturbed in my discharge of duty.~Orgon~I’d give 405 4, 5 | urgency the weakness~You may discover in a woman’s heart?~Tartuffe~ 406 3, 6 | this hypocrite~Makes you discredit ...~Orgon~Silence, cursed 407 3, 3 | But I am willing to employ discretion,~And not repeat the matter 408 2, 2 | longer, without sin.~I can’t discuss things in the state I’m 409 5, 7 | false, and views it with disgust.~This fellow was by no means 410 1, 1 | house, I tell you, quite disgusted;~You do the opposite of 411 3, 5 | seeks no less~Than your dishonour, as has now been proven.~ 412 3, 6 | quickly.~You reprobate, I disinherit you,~And give you, too, 413 5, 4 | Loyal’s looks are most disloyal.~M. Loyal~I have much feeling 414 4, 5 | commands!~Tartuffe~I can dispel these foolish fears, dear 415 1, 1 | Stay where you are.~I can dispense with your polite attentions.~ 416 5, 4 | coming can, I think, nowise displease him;~My errand will be found 417 5, 4 | Tartuffe’s. And he, beyond dispute,~Of all your goods is henceforth 418 2, 2 | of all,~Through careless disregard of temporal things~And fixed 419 3, 7 | Could you but know with what distress I see~Them try to vilify 420 5, 4 | I will take care not to disturb your rest,~And see there’ 421 3, 3 | favour’s granted, they’ll divulge it;~Their tattling tongues, 422 Not | The Learned Ladies,” “The Doctor in Spite of Himself,” “The 423 5, 1 | this trust;~And on these documents, from what he said,~I judge 424 2, 3 | what?~Dorine~Tell him one doesn’t love by proxy;~Tell him 425 1, 1 | proverb;~And I don’t like your doings on the sly.~Elmire~But, 426 3, 3 | or my bliss;~And by your doom of judgment, I shall be~ 427 1, 1 | you not to come~Within our doors. You preach a way of living~ 428 4, 5 | such words from lips we dote upon;~Their honeyed sweetness 429 1, 2 | God bless you!”—Oh, he dotes~Upon him! he’s his universe, 430 5, 7 | prince is not a friend to double dealing,~His eyes can read 431 4, 5 | full of happiness, seems doubtful still;~We must enjoy it 432 2, 2 | qualities ...~Dorine~A handsome dowry!~[Orgon turns and stands 433 1, 2(2)| and dignity of style in dramatic verse of the seventeenth 434 1, 5 | blood that she had lost,~He drank at breakfast four huge draughts 435 2, 2 | should you make me tell this dreadful lie?~Orgon~Because I mean 436 1, 1 | Come, you! What makes you dream and stand agape,~Hussy! 437 2, 4 | funeral, or broke a mirror,~Or dreamed of muddy water. Best of 438 2, 4 | call me?~Mariane~I? You are dreaming.~Valere~Very well, I’m gone. 439 3, 3 | the lace yoke of Elmire’s dress]~Dear me how wonderful in 440 1, 6 | right opposite my place,~And drew the eyes of all the congregation,~ 441 1, 6 | such a speech.~What are you driving at with all this nonsense ... ?~ 442 1, 6 | Cleante~Just a word.~We’ll drop that other subject. But 443 4, 5 | our purity of motive.~I’ll duly teach you all these secrets, 444 1, 6 | whole world else, as so much dung.~His converse has transformed 445 1, 2 | oracles.~The fellow knows his dupe, and makes the most on’t,~ 446 5, 1 | because a rascal boldly duped you~With pompous show of 447 1, 6 | my heart.~We’re not the dupes of all your canting mummers;~ 448 | during 449 2, 1 | always found a daughter dutiful~And gentle. So I’ve always 450 4, 6 | Orgon~Nothing more wicked e’er came out of Hell.~Elmire~ 451 3, 7(4)| tradition as that of the earliest stage version: Heaven, forgive 452 4, 3 | The more ’twill help you earn your soul’s salvation.~So, 453 4, 5 | talked of,~What should my earnestness have hinted to you~If not 454 3, 3 | down, so we may talk at ease.~Tartuffe [after sitting 455 1, 2 | delight our master sees him eat~As much as six men could; 456 2, 2 | my girl,~To make you come eavesdropping on us so.~Dorine~Upon my 457 1, 1 | chance~To get a word in edgewise, at your house,~Because 458 4, 5(5)| s note, in the original edition.~ 459 Not | royal household, he was educated at the Jesuit College de 460 4, 3 | quiet cold rebuff~No less effective to repulse a lover.~Orgon~ 461 1, 6 | deep-drawn sighs and great ejaculations,~He humbly kissed the earth 462 5, 7 | Tartuffe~I shall not be embittered by your insults,~For Heaven 463 Not | creations like Tartuffe embody the weakness or vice they 464 1, 2 | conscience.~He fondles and embraces him; a sweetheart~Could 465 3, 6 | himself on his knees too, and embracing Tartuffe]~Alas! How can 466 4, 5 | suavity ineffable.~My heart employs its utmost zeal to please 467 4, 5 | Elmire~Ah! How your love enacts the tyrant’s role,~And throws 468 4, 5 | I cannot trust these too enchanting words~Until the granting 469 3, 3 | nothing from my own poor weak endeavour.~You are my hope, my stay, 470 3, 4 | is enough if he reforms,~Endeavouring to deserve the favour shown 471 4, 3 | be.~Elmire~Your error has endured too long already,~And quite 472 4, 5 | that instructs us~How to enlarge the limits of our conscience~ 473 3, 6 | and this very evening, to enrage you,~Young rascal! Ah! I’ 474 5, 3 | I know not what, I’m so enraged!~Dorine [to Orgon]~Fortune 475 1, 6 | men hold sacred;~Men who, enslaved to selfish interests,~Make 476 4, 6 | be mistaken.~[As Tartuffe enters, she makes her husband stand 477 5, 3 | wretched beggar,~I lodge him, entertain him like my brother,~Load 478 3, 3 | mortal senses well may be entranced~By perfect works that Heaven 479 1, 1 | husband’s, place,~I’d urgently entreat you not to come~Within our 480 3, 3 | favour from on high;~But each entreaty that I made to Heaven~Had 481 1, 5 | courage properly,~Bravely entrenched his soul against all evils,~ 482 5, 3 | below is hated ever;~The envious may die, but envy never.~ 483 4, 5 | still;~We must enjoy it ere we can believe it.~And I, 484 5, 1 | one extreme,~Then rather err again the other way.~ 485 4, 5 | granted!~What! Is there no escape from your pursuit?~No respite 486 1, 2 | Dorine~Cleante~I won’t escort her down,~For fear she might 487 3, 3 | could wish, as Heaven’s especial favour,~To lay my soul quite 488 1, 1 | Dorine~Of course. But why, especially of late,~Can he let nobody 489 4, 4 | Orgon~What?~Elmire~One essential is to hide you well.~Orgon~ 490 4, 1 | And to accept gift of his estates,~On which, in justice, you 491 5, 1 | still, by favour~Of this evasion, keep my conscience clear~ 492 2, 4 | your mind made up, that’s evident;~And now you’re snatching 493 1, 5 | entrenched his soul against all evils,~And to replace the blood 494 4, 5 | Nay, is it decent to be so exacting,~And so abuse by urgency 495 2, 4 | breaking of your word.~Mariane~Exactly so.~Valere~Of course it 496 2, 2 | honest poverty;~It should exalt him more than worldly grandeur,~ 497 5, 7 | balance even.~He honours and exalts true piety,~But knows the 498 4, 5 | look about,~And carefully examine every corner.~ 499 | Except 500 3, 3 | squeeze too hard.~Tartuffe~Excess of zeal.~In no way could