Jean-Baptiste Poquelin (alias Molière) Tartuffe Concordances (Hapax - words occurring once) |
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501 1, 2 | servant speaking]2~Master exclaims: “God bless you!”—Oh, he 502 3, 3 | will pardon my temerity,~Excuse, upon the score of human 503 4, 3 | to some desperate act~By exercising all your rights upon me.~ 504 4, 5 | so fast?—and all at once~Exhaust the whole love of a woman’ 505 Not | qualities are nowhere better exhibited than in “Tartuffe.” Compared 506 5, 1 | me.~He chose me, in his exile, for this trust;~And on 507 2, 2 | a grown-up man~With that expanse of beard across his face~ 508 2, 3 | Mariane~But what can you expect?—if one is timid?—~Dorine~ 509 5, 7 | heart, when it is least expected,~Knows how to recompense 510 4, 7 | enough if this was earnest,~Expecting all the time the tone would 511 5, 5 | him the success that he expects.~ 512 5, 6 | leaves you only~The one expedient of sudden flight.~The villain 513 3, 6 | ignominy on my knees,~To expiate in shame the crimes I’ve 514 Not | Gentleman,” and many others, he exposed mercilessly one after another 515 1, 1 | did much better.~You are extravagant; and it offends me,~To see 516 1, 6 | too far, and push them to extremes.~I merely say this by the 517 4, 1 | And not push matters to extremities.~Make sacrifice to God of 518 1, 6 | influence and office~With false eye-rollings and affected raptures;~Those 519 2, 2 | of her, with arms folded, eyeing her.]~Were I in her place, 520 1, 1 | Pernelle~You’re a fool, my boy—f, o, o, l~Just spells your 521 5, 7 | Far subtler snares have failed against his wisdom,~And 522 5, 6 | whose guilty secret,~You, failing in your duty as a subject,~( 523 3, 3 | inflamed with love~For you, His fairest image of Himself.~At first 524 2, 2 | no, you’re telling us a fairly tale!~Orgon~I’m telling 525 2, 2 | ll live together, in your faithful loves,~Like two sweet children, 526 1, 6 | quick to anger, vengeful, faithless, tricky,~And, to destroy 527 3, 6 | can you dare, with such a falsehood,~To try to stain the whiteness 528 4, 1 | traitor, and accused you falsely;~Should not a Christian 529 2, 2 | this house~A sort of free familiarity~That I don’t like, I tell 530 4, 1 | all your arguments are too far-fetched.~Why take upon yourself 531 1, 1 | feet, or clothing worth six farthings,~And who so far forgets 532 5, 4 | order matters in less gentle fashion.~Orgon~And how could one 533 3, 3 | And conquered everything, fasts, prayers, and tears,~And 534 1, 5 | He’s mighty well; stout, fat, fair, rosy-lipped.~Orgon~ 535 5, 6 | least delay may still be fatal, sir.~I have my carriage, 536 2, 2 | Virtue is at the mercy of the fates,~When a girl’s married to 537 2, 1 | Mariane~I’m grateful for your fatherly affection.~Orgon~Well spoken, 538 4, 3 | always turning nuns~When fathers thwart their silly love-affairs.~ 539 4, 1 | love for my accuser,~But feared him in my heart, and hoped 540 5, 3 | Pernelle~What’s this? I hear of fearful mysteries!~Orgon~Strange 541 4, 5 | can dispel these foolish fears, dear madam;~I know the 542 Not | brought into his life. On February 17, 1673, while acting in “ 543 4, 5 | know,~When it presents so feeble a defence!~Always, at first, 544 4, 5 | masters us, we still must feel~Some little shame in owning 545 1, 2(2)| seventeenth century, that Moliere feels called on to apologize for 546 4, 4 | His guilt, that I shall feign to share his love,~I can 547 4, 5 | it~To doubt a little its felicity.~I well might think these 548 3, 7(4)| editions, and Moliere probably felt forced to change it on account 549 4, 5 | strange confusion!~With what fierce sway it rules a conquered 550 2, 4 | clean daft!~I’ve let you fight it out to the end o’ the 551 2, 3 | be,~Womanly modesty and filial duty?~You ask me to display 552 3, 6 | but a mass of crime and filth;~Heaven, for my punishment, 553 1, 1 | wants no such wealth of fineries.~Cleante~But, madam, after 554 1, 2 | us to mingle~The devil’s finery with holy things.~ 555 3, 3 | Tartuffe [pressing her finger tips]~Madam, ’tis so; and 556 2, 2(3)| holds carefully between her fingers, then blows into the air, 557 5, 4 | indulge myself, and land~My fist, for one good square one, 558 5, 6 | must serve to thank you fitly;~And I pray Heaven to grant 559 5, 7 | its execution;~’Tis very fitting you should urge me to it;~ 560 2, 3 | folk talk nonsense,~And flatten out as you do, at a pinch.~ 561 4, 4 | hypocrite put off his mask,~Flatter the longings of his shameless 562 1, 6 | anger caught and killed a flea.~Cleante~Zounds, brother, 563 3, 3 | even schooled my heart to flee your beauty,~Thinking it 564 1, 1 | in for a share,~The talk flies fast, and scandal fills 565 1, 1 | but idle cackle, nonsense, flimflam.~Our neighbour often comes 566 2, 2(3)| and watches intently as it floats away. Orgon is paralysed 567 1, 1 | all their noisy footmen, flocked together,~Annoy the neighbourhood, 568 1, 1 | Because this lady holds the floor all day;~But none the less, 569 4, 6 | over it; the whole thing floors me.~Elmire~What? You come 570 2, 2(3)| top of his sleeve a bit of fluff which she holds carefully 571 2, 2 | state I’m in.~My mind’s so flustered by her insolent talk,~To 572 2, 4 | love alive,~And see you fly into another’s arms~Before 573 Not | after another the vices and foibles of the day.~His characteristic 574 2, 2 | front of her, with arms folded, eyeing her.]~Were I in 575 2, 3 | ll patronise you with a folding-stool.~There, once a year, at 576 4, 3 | they’re plain as noses on folks’ faces,~I know you’re partial 577 3, 4 | will scorn to heed such follies,~And never fret her husband’ 578 4, 1 | s opinions,~When you are following the will of Heaven.~Shall 579 2, 2(3)| francaise, the action is as follows: While Orgon says, “You 580 1, 2 | rule his conscience.~He fondles and embraces him; a sweetheart~ 581 4, 5 | glorying in our meetings;~I’ve fooled him so, he’d see all, and 582 4, 5 | now we’re on an even safer footing.~The high esteem you’re 583 1, 1 | door,~And all their noisy footmen, flocked together,~Annoy 584 4, 5 | pacifying scruples~Heaven forbids, ’tis true, some satisfactions;~ 585 1, 1 | wrath at every turn;~And I foresee that there must come of 586 5, 3 | Pernelle~Be sure, they’ve forged a hundred silly lies ...~ 587 1, 1 | farthings,~And who so far forgets his place, as now~To censure 588 5, 7 | misery?~Tartuffe~I’ve not forgot some help you may have given;~ 589 2, 4 | well believe.~When we’re forgotten by a woman’s heart,~Our 590 1, 1 | And thus abandoned, their forlorn estate~Can find no occupation 591 | forty 592 3, 3 | thing of you:~That you urge forward, frankly and sincerely,~ 593 5, 3 | must, at least,~Have just foundation for accusing people,~And 594 4, 5 | within my soul, on firm foundations,~A lasting faith in your 595 1, 5 | lost,~He drank at breakfast four huge draughts of wine.~Orgon~ 596 3, 3 | upon the score of human frailty,~The violence of passion 597 2, 2(3)| As given at the Comedie francaise, the action is as follows: 598 1, 2(1)| the rebellion called La Fronde, during the minority of 599 2, 2 | Orgon turns and stands in front of her, with arms folded, 600 3, 3 | guard our own good name~May fully guarantee the one we love;~ 601 2, 4 | ill omens:~You’ve met a funeral, or broke a mirror,~Or dreamed 602 2, 2(3)| Dorine stands looking at his furious countenance with a sweet 603 5, 4 | this house,~Move out your furniture, make room for others,~And 604 | further 605 2, 4 | last word ...~Dorine~What a gabble and pother!~Be off! By this 606 3, 6 | detestable,~And I shall not gainsay you; I’ve deserved them;~ 607 1, 1 | gossips free to vent their gall.~Dorine~Our neighbour Daphne, 608 3, 3 | tell my husband of your gallant passion,~And that a prompt 609 3, 3 | declaration’s turned most gallantly;~But truly, it is just a 610 3, 3 | public scandal.~These court gallants, that women are so fond 611 2, 2 | tell me he’s inclined to gamble,~And then, I fear his faith 612 2, 2 | you.~But are you making game of everybody?~Your daughter’ 613 5, 4 | house.~No one could act more generously, I fancy,~And, since I’m 614 4, 3 | virtue should, I think, be gentle-natured;~Nor can I quite approve 615 1, 1 | To Cleante]~So! Now the gentlemen must snicker, must he?~Go 616 5, 1 | him;~So you must go some gentler way about.~Orgon~What! Can 617 1, 5 | How~About Tartuffe?~Dorine~Gently inclined to slumber,~He 618 1, 2 | hundred masks of virtue,~Gets money from him all the time 619 1, 6 | is like him,~And gave him gifts; but in his modesty~He always 620 4, 3 | Heaven allots me.~Orgon~These girls are ninnies!—always turning 621 4, 1 | dazzled by their treacherous glamour;~And if I bring myself to 622 2, 2 | speaks to his daughter, he glances toward her; but she stands 623 1, 1 | spread the news of it with glee, and give it~The character 624 5, 8 | And win the pardon of our glorious prince;~While you must straightway 625 4, 5 | the nose.~He’s capable of glorying in our meetings;~I’ve fooled 626 5, 3 | Pernelle~There are strange goings-on about your house,~And everybody 627 5, 4 | grudge it,~The hundred best gold louis I have left,~If I 628 5, 4 | M. Loyal [to Orgon]~Sir, good-day. And Heaven send~Harm to 629 1, 3 | him here;~I’ll merely say good-morning, and be gone.~ 630 3, 5 | peace of mind with such vain gossip;~A woman’s honour does not 631 1, 1 | heed at all,~And leave the gossips free to vent their gall.~ 632 1, 1 | would go better~If all were governed by his pious orders.~Dorine~ 633 2, 2 | other is in Heaven’s best graces,~And that is riches quite 634 2, 2 | child, I’m resolved~To graft Tartuffe into my family.~ 635 5, 3 | speech has not a single grain of sense.~I saw it, harkee, 636 2, 2 | exalt him more than worldly grandeur,~For he has let himself 637 1, 1 | Just spells your name. Let grandma tell you that~I’ve said 638 5, 7 | Must stifle in my heart all gratitude;~And to such puissant ties 639 2, 3 | Mariane~Dorine, you wrong me greatly if you doubt it;~I’ve shown 640 1, 5 | just going, but am glad to greet you.~Things are not far 641 4, 3 | of Heaven~That knows my grief, and by whate’er can move 642 1, 1 | From wagging? It would be a grievous thing~If, for the fear of 643 1, 6 | you don’t adore their vain grimaces,~You’ve neither faith nor 644 2, 2 | For you it is. What! Can a grown-up man~With that expanse of 645 4, 5 | woman’s heart!~How ill you guess what it would have you know,~ 646 2, 2 | rumour~Got started—if ’twas guess-work or mere chance~But I had 647 4, 5 | need to let yourself be guided.~Content my wishes, have 648 4, 7 | needn’t be so passionate. Ah ha!~My holy man! You want to 649 2, 2(3)| lifted calmly arranges her hair and her cap. Orgon goes 650 3, 2 | there]~Lawrence, put up my hair-cloth shirt and scourge,~And pray 651 4, 1 | Tartuffe~Sir, it is half-past three; certain devotions~ 652 3, 3 | him, opens the closet door halfway.]~Tartuffe~I too could wish, 653 4, 5 | husband’s not there, in the hall.~Tartuffe~Why take such 654 5, 1 | go again, quite off the handle!~In nothing do you keep 655 3, 3 | brings his nearer.]~Tartuffe [handling the lace yoke of Elmire’ 656 3, 5 | gentleman rewards your love~Most handsomely, with zeal that seeks no 657 3, 5 | woman’s honour does not hang on telling;~It is enough 658 2, 2 | telling you just what will happen shortly.~Dorine~Stuff!~Orgon~ 659 5, 7 | Soliciting his wife? How happens it~You have not thought 660 5, 3 | grain of sense.~I saw it, harkee, saw it, with these eyes~ 661 4, 3 | do not make me, by your harsh command,~Complain to Heaven 662 1, 3 | husband~Is home again. He hasn’t seen me yet,~So I’ll go 663 5, 3 | That virtue here below is hated ever;~The envious may die, 664 2, 2 | girl’s married to a man she hates;~The best intent to live 665 1, 1 | in the specious veil of haughty virtue~She’d hide the weakness 666 3, 7 | wife.~Orgon~No, you shall haunt her, just to spite them 667 3, 6 | scoundrel, thief, and murderer;~Heap on me names yet more detestable,~ 668 2, 4 | Yes.~Valere~This is insult heaped on injury;~I’ll go at once 669 3, 7 | reject, may some day win a hearing.~Orgon~No, brother, never.~ 670 1, 1 | your salvation, you must hearken to him;~He censures nothing 671 4, 4 | careful no one either sees or hears you.~Orgon~I’m going a long 672 3, 2 | know how you get in such a heat;~For my part, I am not so 673 3, 3 | when a man beholds your heavenly charms,~The heart surrenders, 674 3, 1 | Tartuffe,~He makes a point of heeding all she says,~And I suspect 675 4, 6 | wicked e’er came out of Hell.~Elmire~Dear me! Don’t go 676 5, 7 | recent zeal, displayed~In helping to maintain his rights, 677 5, 7 | pierced immediately~The hidden baseness of this tortuous 678 3, 1 | coming. Hide!~[Damis goes and hides in the closet at the back 679 5, 7 | is toward my prince.~The higher power of that most sacred 680 4, 5 | easily remove that little hindrance;~Your heart need not hold 681 4, 5 | should my earnestness have hinted to you~If not the interest 682 1, 6 | barefaced charlatans, those hireling zealots,~Whose sacrilegious, 683 5, 7 | might fill~A long-drawn history of many volumes.~Our monarch— 684 3, 2 | faith, I still believe I’ve hit upon it.~Tartuffe~Will she 685 5, 7 | other crimes,~And sent me hither under his direction~To see 686 2, 2 | sir.~The man who cares for holiness alone~Should not so loudly 687 4, 5 | lips we dote upon;~Their honeyed sweetness pours through 688 4, 1 | better you should quietly~And honourably withdraw, than let the son~ 689 4, 1 | feared him in my heart, and hoped to win him~And underhandedly 690 3, 3 | offer of my heart;~My love hopes all things from your perfect 691 2, 2 | Do naught but give him horns, I’ll warrant.~Orgon~Out 692 5, 1 | any length, with these for hostages;~And since he holds you 693 Not | the bitterness that public hostility had brought into his life. 694 5, 7 | Orgon], recover from your hot alarm.~Our prince is not 695 5, 6 | upon you,~Found means, an hour ago, to see the prince,~ 696 | However 697 1, 5 | drank at breakfast four huge draughts of wine.~Orgon~ 698 1, 6 | Cleante~Your feelings are humane, I must say, brother!~Orgon~ 699 1, 6 | and great ejaculations,~He humbly kissed the earth at every 700 3, 3 | way could I ever mean to hurt you,~And I’d as soon ...~[ 701 Not | Tartuffe), “The Miser” and “The Hypochondriac,” “The Learned Ladies,” “ 702 5, 7 | hearts, and all~The art of hypocrites cannot deceive him.~His 703 2, 4 | to Dorine]~What’s your idea?~Mariane [to Dorine]~What 704 3, 1 | marriage, to find out~What his ideas are, and to show him plainly~ 705 3, 6 | deserved them;~I’ll bear this ignominy on my knees,~To expiate 706 4, 3 | arms~At the mere mention of illicit love?~Or can we answer no 707 1, 2(2)| editions. It is a curious illustration of the desire for uniformity 708 3, 3 | love~For you, His fairest image of Himself.~At first I trembled 709 Not | while acting in “La Malade Imaginaire,” the last of his masterpieces, 710 5, 7 | his quick insight pierced immediately~The hidden baseness of this 711 1, 1 | Too full of gab, and too impertinent~And free with your advice 712 2, 2 | s meat;~And he has more important things to think of.~Besides, 713 5, 6 | The villain who so long imposed upon you,~Found means, an 714 5, 1 | can help it, don’t uphold imposture;~But do not rail at true 715 5, 3 | make me say things quite improper.~Madame Pernelle~In short, ’ 716 5, 1 | disadvantage,~You’d be still more imprudent, to provoke him;~So you 717 2, 2 | you be still, I say, you impudent viper!~Dorine~What! you 718 1, 6 | Deceives at will, and with impunity~Makes mockery of all that 719 1, 6 | credit~With them; they even incline to think the best~Of others. 720 Not | unhappiness that followed increased the bitterness that public 721 2, 2 | Orgon~What! Is the thing incredible?~Dorine~So much so~I don’ 722 5, 8 | and don’t~Descend to such indignities, I beg you.~Leave the poor 723 5, 4 | have left,~If I could just indulge myself, and land~My fist, 724 5, 4 | treating you with great indulgence,~I beg you’ll do as well 725 1, 6 | s quite right.~Was such infatuation ever heard of?~And can a 726 5, 1 | such conclusions to mere infidels;~Distinguish virtue from 727 3, 3 | And feeling all my heart inflamed with love~For you, His fairest 728 5, 3 | tis known too pure a zeal inflames him;~And so, I cannot possibly 729 2, 2 | estate~He has at home, so I’m informed—and prove him~For what he 730 2, 4 | This is insult heaped on injury;~I’ll go at once and do 731 1, 1 | their own intrigues seem innocent,~Or else to make their neighbours 732 5, 4 | down,~And see your names inscribed in my report.~Dorine [aside]~ 733 1, 2(2)| Moliere’s note, inserted in the text of all the old 734 5, 7 | his wisdom,~And his quick insight pierced immediately~The 735 2, 2 | mind’s so flustered by her insolent talk,~To calm myself, I 736 4, 5 | The tender feelings you inspire us with.~Whatever cause 737 4, 5 | the interest that you’ve inspired,~And my chagrin, should 738 3, 2 | little modesty,~Or I must instantly take leave of you.~Dorine~ 739 1, 2 | Makes it his business to instruct us too;~He comes with rolling 740 1, 1 | You do the opposite of my instructions;~You’ve no respect for anything; 741 4, 5 | is a science, madam, that instructs us~How to enlarge the limits 742 1, 6 | virtue,~They do not make insufferable display,~And their religion’ 743 5, 7 | not be embittered by your insults,~For Heaven has taught me 744 5, 3 | possibly~Believe he could intend so black a deed.~Orgon~What?~ 745 5, 5 | action only proves his good intentions.~Love for his neighbour 746 2, 2(3)| into the air, and watches intently as it floats away. Orgon 747 4, 1 | quite unparalleled,~All intercourse between us would bring scandal;~ 748 3, 1 | I may be present at this interview.~Dorine~No, no! They must 749 5, 6 | me to do so.~A close and intimate friend of mine, who knows~ 750 1, 6 | others. No caballers, no intriguers,~They mind the business 751 1, 1 | either~To make their own intrigues seem innocent,~Or else to 752 Not | Introductory Note~Jean Baptiste Poquelin, 753 5, 5 | ingratitude.~Such action must invalidate the contract;~His perfidy 754 1, 1 | and these balls,~Are all inventions of the evil spirit.~You 755 5, 7 | personal offence~Your friend involved you in, he pardons you:~ 756 5, 4 | actionable.~And warrants can be issued against women.~Cleante [ 757 5, 4 | restrain myself. My hands~Are itching to be at him.~Dorine~By 758 Not | comedy. Born at Paris in January, 1622, where his father 759 Not | Introductory Note~Jean Baptiste Poquelin, better 760 Not | he was educated at the Jesuit College de Clermont, and 761 2, 3 | spouse.~The whole world joins to sing his praise already;~ 762 5, 6 | louis,~Provided for your journey, at the door.~Let’s lose 763 1, 6 | tractable;~They are not always judging all our actions,~They’d 764 2, 3 | trained ape, and Punch and Judy;~Though if your husband ...~ 765 5, 1 | what reason is, but always~Jump first to one extreme, and 766 2, 2 | there?~Your curiosity is keen, my girl,~To make you come 767 2, 2 | s business.~Dorine [She keeps interrupting him, just as 768 5, 6 | subject,~(He says) have kept. I know no more of it~Save 769 1, 2 | the other day, tore up a kerchief~That he had found, pressed 770 5, 4 | please,~You’ll bring your keys to me, before retiring.~ 771 1, 6 | too much anger caught and killed a flea.~Cleante~Zounds, 772 2, 3 | advice.~Dorine~I thank you kindly.~Mariane~Oh! Dorine, I beg 773 3, 3 | nowadays;~Things of all kinds were never better made.~ 774 5, 3 | Christian charity~The wish to kiss my wife!~Madame Pernelle~ 775 1, 6 | ejaculations,~He humbly kissed the earth at every moment;~ 776 5, 7 | heart.~Accusing you, the knave betrayed himself,~And by 777 3, 3 | He puts his hand on her knee.]~Elmire~What’s your hand 778 5, 8 | We’ll go, and at his feet kneel down,~With joy to thank 779 1, 6 | day, with contrite mien,~Kneeled, on both knees, right opposite 780 5, 5 | his virtue perfect;~And knowing money is a root of evil,~ 781 1, 6 | know, though it be all my knowledge,~That there’s a difference ‘ 782 1, 1 | a fool, my boy—f, o, o, l~Just spells your name. Let 783 5, 3 | cabal~Can make one’s life a labyrinth of troubles.~I tell you 784 5, 3 | for spitting venom never lack,~There’s nothing here below 785 1, 2 | Even his silly coxcomb of a lackey~Makes it his business to 786 Not | portraying life may seem to be lacking in complexity; but it is 787 Not | Hypochondriac,” “The Learned Ladies,” “The Doctor in Spite of 788 5, 4 | just indulge myself, and land~My fist, for one good square 789 1, 6 | Orgon~Brother, your language smacks of atheism;~And I 790 | later 791 4, 8 | faith, I’m dazed. This is no laughing matter.~Elmire~What?~Orgon~ 792 4, 1 | That teaches us to rob the lawful heir?~If Heaven has made 793 2, 2(3)| hide his rage.—Regnier, Le Tartuffe des Comediens.~ 794 4, 3 | cheat,~And self-conceit leads straight to self-deceit.~ 795 2, 2 | to Mariane]~So! I must learn what’s what from her, you 796 5, 6 | sent me word but now, that leaves you only~The one expedient 797 2, 4 | be ashamed~To take your leavings, and make up my loss.~Mariane~ 798 5, 7 | to Tartuffe, who is being led by the officer]~There traitor! 799 1, 5 | partridges,~As well as half a leg o’ mutton, deviled.~Orgon~ 800 1, 2 | found, pressed in the Golden Legend,~Calling it a horrid crime 801 4, 1 | And does it order you to lend your ear~To what mere whim 802 Not | greater works of Moliere was “Les Precieuses Ridicules,” produced 803 4, 5 | win full confidence, at lesser cost.~No doubt ’tis very 804 3, 3 | Himself.~At first I trembled lest this secret love~Might be 805 Not | lifted French comedy to a new level and gave it a new purpose— 806 4, 3 | long you’ve branded me a liar.~I must at once, for my 807 2, 2 | make me tell this dreadful lie?~Orgon~Because I mean to 808 2, 2(3)| the obstinate Dorine again lifts her hand behind his shoulder 809 3, 2 | that Heaven may shed its light upon you.~If any come to 810 3, 1 | Damis, Dorine~Damis~May lightning strike me dead this very 811 3, 1 | I mustn’t see him,~But likewise says, he’ll presently be 812 1, 1 | Babylon,~Where all, beyond all limit, babble on.~And just to 813 1, 2(2)| like this. Indeed, these lines were even omitted when the 814 3, 6 | greatest criminal that ever lived.~Each moment of my life 815 5, 3 | entertain him like my brother,~Load him with benefactions every 816 1, 1 | the blame~Which they are loaded with by everybody.~Madame 817 5, 4 | or withdraw.~I should be loath to have to set things down,~ 818 4, 5 | of blame,~I can be here locked up with you alone,~And can 819 5, 3 | receive a wretched beggar,~I lodge him, entertain him like 820 5, 7 | at length, might fill~A long-drawn history of many volumes.~ 821 2, 2 | there~I can’t live with her longer, without sin.~I can’t discuss 822 4, 4 | off his mask,~Flatter the longings of his shameless passion,~ 823 2, 4 | loves none but you, and longs for nothing~But just to 824 3, 6 | children, servants, all let loose upon him,~You have recourse 825 4, 3 | I’ve no desire to make a loud to-do.~Our virtue should, 826 4, 5 | me.~[Elmire coughs still louder.]~Your cough is very bad.~ 827 4, 3 | fathers thwart their silly love-affairs.~Get on your feet! The more 828 3, 3 | soon, enlightened, O all lovely one,~I saw how this my passion 829 2, 3 | no means!~’Tis no small luck to be his happy spouse.~ 830 2, 3 | and high complexion—oh, my lud!~You’ll be too happy, sure, 831 3, 2 | part, I am not so prone to lust,~And I could see you stripped 832 Ch | hypocrite~Dorine, Mariane’s maid~M. Loyal, a bailiff~A Police 833 5, 7 | displayed~In helping to maintain his rights, and shows~How 834 Not | 1673, while acting in “La Malade Imaginaire,” the last of 835 Not | directing performances, managing theaters, and writing plays. 836 2, 2 | away]~You’d never catch me marrying such a creature.~Orgon [ 837 2, 3 | Dorine, if I must bear~This martyrdom, I certainly shall die.~ 838 2, 3 | right.~This medicine is marvellous, indeed!~It drives me mad 839 4, 4 | this hypocrite put off his mask,~Flatter the longings of 840 3, 6 | soilures;~And all is but a mass of crime and filth;~Heaven, 841 Not | Imaginaire,” the last of his masterpieces, he was seized with illness 842 4, 5 | to justify~The love that masters us, we still must feel~Some 843 4, 1 | me—has true religion any maxim~That teaches us to rob the 844 1, 1 | hark to him, and heed his maxims,~There’s not a thing we 845 5, 7 | whole estate,~Still, if you meant to treat him now as guilty,~ 846 | meanwhile 847 5, 3 | should rather use in taking measures~To guard ourselves against 848 2, 2 | not cut out for bigot’s meat;~And he has more important 849 4, 4 | But mind, I’m going to meddle with strange matters;~Prepare 850 2, 3 | will be all right.~This medicine is marvellous, indeed!~It 851 3, 6 | Damis~What! The feigned meekness of this hypocrite~Makes 852 5, 1 | see what can be done to meet the case.~Orgon~I’m all 853 4, 5 | capable of glorying in our meetings;~I’ve fooled him so, he’ 854 1, 1 | demureness, butter wouldn’t melt~In your mouth, one would 855 5, 3 | foul design,~He dares to menace me with my own favours,~ 856 1, 6 | interests,~Make trade and merchandise of godliness,~And try to 857 Not | many others, he exposed mercilessly one after another the vices 858 Not | Shakespeare’s, Moliere’s method of portraying life may seem 859 1, 6 | each day, with contrite mien,~Kneeled, on both knees, 860 5, 4 | aside to Cleante]~This mild beginning suits with my 861 | million 862 1, 1 | but that’s my way—~I don’t mince matters, when I mean a thing.~ 863 3, 2 | Our souls, and fill our minds with sinful thoughts.~Dorine~ 864 1, 2 | a horrid crime for us to mingle~The devil’s finery with 865 1, 2(1)| called La Fronde, during the minority of Louis XIV.~ 866 5, 4 | Orgon~I’d give this very minute, and not grudge it,~The 867 3, 3 | ll ever pay you, O sweet miracle,~An unexampled worship and 868 3, 3 | in yourself, its rarest miracles;~It has displayed such marvels 869 Not | School for Wives,” “The Misanthrope” and “The Hypocrite” (Tartuffe), “ 870 5, 3 | And good to evil oft is misconstrued.~Orgon~Must I construe as 871 3, 6 | Orgon [to his son]~You miscreant, can you dare, with such 872 Not | Hypocrite” (Tartuffe), “The Miser” and “The Hypochondriac,” “ 873 3, 6 | am wicked, I am guilty,~A miserable sinner, steeped in evil,~ 874 5, 7 | That rescued you from utter misery?~Tartuffe~I’ve not forgot 875 3, 7 | friend, a woman~May easily mislead her husband’s mind.~Orgon~ 876 | miss 877 1, 3 | You’re very lucky to have missed the speech~She gave us at 878 2, 2 | swinging his hand at her and missing her]~Daughter, you’ve such 879 4, 6 | soon, for fear you’ll be mistaken.~[As Tartuffe enters, she 880 2, 2 | Orgon~What?~Mariane~Surely I mistook you, sir?~Orgon~How now?~ 881 4, 1 | Consider, it were better he misused it,~Than you should be accused 882 5, 7 | all things.~Cleante~Your moderation, I must own, is great.~Damis~ 883 3, 7(4)| Some modern editions have adopted the 884 2, 3 | should want to make her wed a monkey.~Besides, your fate is fine. 885 3, 6 | to his son]~Ungrateful monster!~Tartuffe~Stop. Upon my 886 3, 3 | for earthly beauty;~Our mortal senses well may be entranced~ 887 1, 1 | butter wouldn’t melt~In your mouth, one would think to look 888 2, 4 | a mirror,~Or dreamed of muddy water. Best of all,~They 889 2, 2 | your tongue.~Dorine~Then mum’s the word; I’ll take it 890 1, 6 | dupes of all your canting mummers;~There are false heroes— 891 3, 6 | Abandoned scoundrel, thief, and murderer;~Heap on me names yet more 892 1, 5 | As well as half a leg o’ mutton, deviled.~Orgon~Poor man!~ 893 5, 3 | this? I hear of fearful mysteries!~Orgon~Strange things indeed, 894 5, 1 | box must hide some mighty mystery?~Orgon~Argas, my friend 895 1, 6 | attack a sinner tooth and nail,~For sin’s the only object 896 1, 6 | Orgon~Yes.~Cleante~You had named the happy day.~Orgon~’Tis 897 1, 6 | limits of good sense, too narrow for them,~Must always be 898 1, 5 | Dorine~At evening she had nausea~And couldn’t touch a single 899 1, 1 | Can he let nobody come near the house?~Is heaven offended 900 3, 3 | and Tartuffe brings his nearer.]~Tartuffe [handling the 901 1, 4 | You know, besides,~How nearly I’m concerned in it myself;~ 902 5, 1 | a heart so false,~Hide neath the semblance of such touching 903 1, 1 | flocked together,~Annoy the neighbourhood, and raise a scandal.~I’ 904 | next 905 4, 3 | me.~Orgon~These girls are ninnies!—always turning nuns~When 906 1, 6 | direction;~They often spoil the noblest things, because~They go 907 1, 6 | are the ones~Who make much noise about their deeds of honour,~ 908 1, 1 | the door,~And all their noisy footmen, flocked together,~ 909 5, 4 | name is Loyal. I’m from Normandy.~My office is court-bailiff, 910 4, 3 | Things, when they’re plain as noses on folks’ faces,~I know 911 3, 3 | comfort~And condescend unto my nothingness,~I’ll ever pay you, O sweet 912 2, 2 | not quite sound.~I haven’t noticed that he’s regular~At church.~ 913 2, 4 | You had better humour~His notions by a semblance of consent,~ 914 3, 5 | arrival,~That’s altogether novel, and surprising.~You are 915 | nowhere 916 5, 4 | My coming can, I think, nowise displease him;~My errand 917 5, 7 | monarch’s sovereign will makes null and void;~And for the secret 918 4, 3 | ninnies!—always turning nuns~When fathers thwart their 919 5, 1 | conscience clear~Even in taking oath against the truth.~Cleante~ 920 2, 3 | No, no, a daughter must obey her father,~Though he should 921 5, 6 | Orgon~How much I owe to your obliging care!~Another time must 922 1, 6 | that.~Cleante~I hope no obstacle~Can keep you from performing 923 1, 1 | forlorn estate~Can find no occupation but a prude’s.~These pious 924 5, 4 | of the house.~Dorine~He’s occupied;~I think he can see nobody 925 1, 6 | think there’s naught more odious~Than whited sepulchres of 926 4, 5 | to what you wish,~Without offending Heaven you talk so much 927 2, 4 | accept~The husband that is offered me; and I~Will tell you 928 4, 1 | unblushingly~You could allow such offers to be made!~Tell me—has 929 5, 4 | night, with half a score~Of officers; and just for form’s sake, 930 2, 2 | own good.~Orgon~You’re too officious; pray you, hold your tongue.~ 931 1, 6 | wife;~He lets me know who ogles her, and seems~Six times 932 2, 4 | delay; another day, ill omens:~You’ve met a funeral, or 933 1, 2(2)| Indeed, these lines were even omitted when the play was given.~ 934 2, 4 | Yes, he was serious,~And openly insisted on the match.~Valere~ 935 3, 3 | without their seeing him, opens the closet door halfway.]~ 936 4, 1 | think somewhat less of men’s opinions,~When you are following 937 4, 1 | have met you, sir, most opportunely,~To tell you in a word my 938 1, 4 | marriage; I suspect Tartuffe~Opposes it, and puts my father up~ 939 5, 8 | unhappy fate,~And let remorse oppress him, but not you.~Hope rather 940 1, 6 | the sole enlightened,~The oracle, the Cato, of our age.~All 941 1, 2 | wonders, and his words for oracles.~The fellow knows his dupe, 942 1, 1 | nothing to the purpose.~Orante, we all know, lives a perfect 943 2, 3 | have~Perhaps—a ball; with orchestra—two bag-pipes;~And sometimes 944 1, 6 | Look at Ariston, Periandre, Oronte,~Alcidamas, Clitandre, and 945 3, 3 | is my devotion ...~Elmire~Ouch! but you squeeze too hard.~ 946 1, 1 | is altogether wrong;~You ought to set a good example for ’ 947 5, 7 | direction~To see his insolence out-top itself,~And force him then 948 5, 7 | breathe again.~Elmire~A happy outcome!~Mariane~Who’d have dared 949 2, 4 | free to think so; and my outraged love~May yet forestall you 950 1, 6 | their hatred;~Nor are they over-zealous to attempt~Far more in heaven’ 951 3, 3 | Tartuffe~Tartuffe~May Heaven’s overflowing kindness ever~Give you good 952 3, 4 | public.~I was just there, and overheard it all;~And Heaven’s goodness 953 2, 2 | his child against her will~Owes heaven account for it, if 954 4, 5 | feel~Some little shame in owning it; and strive~To make as 955 4, 5 | madam;~I know the art of pacifying scruples~Heaven forbids, ’ 956 3, 7 | brother, let us end these painful quarrels.~I see what troublous 957 1, 1 | in.~By others’ actions, painted in their colours,~They hope 958 3, 1 | Damis~No, I must end this paltry fellow’s plots,~And he shall 959 1, 1 | have his say; it’s perfect pandemonium.~Dorine~If ...~Madame Pernelle~ 960 5, 4 | have done.~Give us the paper, and then leave us, pray.~ 961 5, 7 | the motive that you make parade of~Is perfect as you say, 962 2, 2(3)| it floats away. Orgon is paralysed by her innocence of expression, 963 5, 7 | friend involved you in, he pardons you:~Thus he rewards your 964 2, 3 | already;~He’s noble—in his parish; handsome too;~Red ears 965 4, 3 | folks’ faces,~I know you’re partial to my rascal son,~And didn’ 966 1, 5 | And unctuously ate up two partridges,~As well as half a leg o’ 967 1, 6 | for them,~Must always be passed by, in each direction;~They 968 1, 1 | pious orders.~Dorine~He passes for a saint in your opinion.~ 969 5, 3 | pretence~Of peace could be patched up between you two~Elmire~ 970 1, 2 | our ribbons, rouge, and patches.~The wretch, the other day, 971 5, 3 | ingratitude would be too patent.~Cleante~Don’t trust to 972 4, 3 | you,~Relax a little your paternal rights,~And free my love 973 1, 1 | endure, with any show of patience,~To hear a scatterbrains 974 2, 3 | Mrs. Tax–Collector,~Who’ll patronise you with a folding-stool.~ 975 1, 6 | distinguish;~And many splendid patterns may be found,~In our own 976 1, 1 | attentions.~Elmire~We’re only paying what is due you, mother.~ 977 5, 7 | the last;~This crowns your perfidies, and ruins me.~Tartuffe~ 978 5, 4 | It’s been my fortune to perform that office~With honour. 979 Not | provinces, acting, directing performances, managing theaters, and 980 1, 6 | obstacle~Can keep you from performing what you’ve promised.~Orgon~ 981 1, 6 | very eyes~Look at Ariston, Periandre, Oronte,~Alcidamas, Clitandre, 982 4, 1 | his, at his own risk and peril;~Consider, it were better 983 2, 2 | do ill.~Think then what perils wait on your design.~Orgon [ 984 4, 1 | Heaven commands,~And not perplex our brains with further 985 3, 1 | troubles he may cause, if he persists~In giving countenance to 986 5, 7 | void;~And for the secret personal offence~Your friend involved 987 2, 2 | Daughter, you’ve such a pestilent hussy there~I can’t live 988 1, 6 | semblance with reality,~Esteem a phantom like a living person,~And 989 2, 2 | enough ...~Dorine~A pretty phiz!~Orgon~So that, although 990 3, 7(4)| resemblance to the Biblical phrase.~ 991 4, 1 | put us off with specious phrases;~But all your arguments 992 4, 7 | To these low tricks, to pick a quarrel with me,~And that 993 2, 2(3)| her gesture, and carefully picking from the top of his sleeve 994 5, 7 | wisdom,~And his quick insight pierced immediately~The hidden baseness 995 2, 3 | flatten out as you do, at a pinch.~Mariane~But what can you 996 2, 4 | how you’ll stave off this plaguy marriage.~Mariane~Then tell 997 4, 5 | quietly, and suffered all your pleading,~And taken it just as I 998 1, 1 | to see another~Enjoy the pleasures age has weaned them from.~ 999 3, 1 | end this paltry fellow’s plots,~And he shall hear from 1000 1, 5 | about~Tartuffe?~Dorine~He plucked up courage properly,~Bravely