Jean-Baptiste Poquelin (alias Molière) Tartuffe Concordances (Hapax - words occurring once) |
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1001 5, 1 | of reason,~Why should you plunge into a worse mistake,~And 1002 3, 2 | a handkerchief from his pocket]~Ah!~Before you speak, pray 1003 2, 2 | And men whose brows are pointed at afar~May thank themselves 1004 2, 2 | Hold your tongue.~Don’t poke your nose in other people’ 1005 Ch | maid~M. Loyal, a bailiff~A Police Officer~Flipotte, Madame 1006 1, 1 | I can dispense with your polite attentions.~Elmire~We’re 1007 1, 6 | Alcidamas, Clitandre, and Polydore;~No one denies their claim 1008 5, 1 | rascal boldly duped you~With pompous show of false austerity,~ 1009 Not | Introductory Note~Jean Baptiste Poquelin, better known by his stage 1010 Not | and affectations by frank portrayal and criticism. In the great 1011 Not | Shakespeare’s, Moliere’s method of portraying life may seem to be lacking 1012 Not | where his father held a position in the royal household, 1013 4, 1 | upon yourself, but let him~Possess what’s his, at his own risk 1014 2, 2 | compunction give a man~Like him possession of a girl like her?~Think 1015 5, 3 | one, I can’t believe it possible;~Why, his ingratitude would 1016 2, 4 | Dorine~What a gabble and pother!~Be off! By this door, you. 1017 4, 5 | Their honeyed sweetness pours through all my senses~Long 1018 2, 3 | world joins to sing his praise already;~He’s noble—in his 1019 2, 4 | lovers! Never done with prattling!~Now go.~Valere [starting 1020 1, 6 | tainted~Therewith. I’ve preached to you a score of times~ 1021 Not | works of Moliere was “Les Precieuses Ridicules,” produced in 1022 Not | in complexity; but it is precisely the simplicity with which 1023 4, 4 | meddle with strange matters;~Prepare yourself to be in no wise 1024 2, 4 | Mariane [aside]~Since my presence pains him, makes him go,~ 1025 2, 3 | delight you. Then~You’ll be presented in their best society.~You’ 1026 3, 1 | But likewise says, he’ll presently be down.~So off with you, 1027 4, 5 | would have you know,~When it presents so feeble a defence!~Always, 1028 4, 3 | the slightest word.~Heaven preserve me from that kind of honour!~ 1029 3, 7(4)| have adopted the reading, preserved by tradition as that of 1030 1, 2 | kerchief~That he had found, pressed in the Golden Legend,~Calling 1031 3, 3 | concerns you.~Tartuffe [pressing her finger tips]~Madam, ’ 1032 1, 6 | deceived, I think, by false pretences.~Orgon~My dear good brother-inlaw, 1033 2, 4 | we cannot, must at least pretend to.~No other way can man 1034 2, 4 | snatching at a trifling pretext~To justify the breaking 1035 1, 1 | always decked out like a princess.~A woman who would please 1036 3, 2 | share my alms among the prisoners.~Dorine [aside]~What affectation 1037 3, 7(4)| early editions, and Moliere probably felt forced to change it 1038 4, 1 | Such an example of your probity ...~Tartuffe~Sir, it is 1039 3, 1 | instant,~May I be everywhere proclaimed a scoundrel,~If any reverence 1040 Not | Les Precieuses Ridicules,” produced in 1659. In this brilliant 1041 3, 3 | brag in public of their progress;~Soon as a favour’s granted, 1042 2, 3 | Zed?~You let them broach a project that’s absurd,~And don’t 1043 5, 4 | with my conjectures~And promises some compromise already.~ 1044 3, 3 | gallant passion,~And that a prompt report of this affair~May 1045 3, 2 | For my part, I am not so prone to lust,~And I could see 1046 1, 5 | Dorine~He plucked up courage properly,~Bravely entrenched his 1047 2, 3 | Tartuffe! Oh ho! No mean proposal!~Mister Tartuffe, sure, 1048 2, 4 | his plans,~And did but now propose it to me.~Valere~What!~Seriously?~ 1049 4, 3 | But answer me.~I’m not proposing now that you believe us;~ 1050 1, 6 | since that day, all seems to prosper here.~He censures everything, 1051 2, 2 | Mariane~But, father, I protest it isn’t true!~Why should 1052 4, 7 | Orgon~Come, now, no protestations.~Get out from here, and 1053 3, 5 | dishonour, as has now been proven.~I’ve just surprised him 1054 1, 1 | they say ... you know the proverb;~And I don’t like your doings 1055 5, 5 | blame him;~This action only proves his good intentions.~Love 1056 5, 6 | carriage, and a thousand louis,~Provided for your journey, at the 1057 3, 4 | unmasked before him:~And Providence has given me means to do 1058 Not | spent in Paris and in the provinces, acting, directing performances, 1059 5, 1 | still more imprudent, to provoke him;~So you must go some 1060 2, 3 | him one doesn’t love by proxy;~Tell him you’ll marry for 1061 4, 3 | quite approve those savage prudes~Whose honour arms itself 1062 2, 3 | fault?~Mariane~But shall I publicly refuse and scorn~This match, 1063 5, 7 | all gratitude;~And to such puissant ties I’d sacrifice~My friend, 1064 2, 4 | Dorine~Set you to rights, and pull you out o’ the scrape.~[ 1065 2, 4 | here, you; and you.~[She pulls first one, then the other, 1066 2, 3 | sometimes a trained ape, and Punch and Judy;~Though if your 1067 2, 4 | door]~Enough; you shall be punctually obeyed.~Mariane~So much 1068 4, 1 | Heaven need our help to punish sinners?~Leave to itself 1069 3, 6 | and filth;~Heaven, for my punishment, I see it plainly,~Would 1070 1, 6 | of godliness,~And try to purchase influence and office~With 1071 5, 3 | In short, ’tis known too pure a zeal inflames him;~And 1072 3, 3 | passionate devotion,~And purest motives ...~Elmire~That 1073 4, 5 | the deed~According to our purity of motive.~I’ll duly teach 1074 5, 3 | is~You never should have pushed him quite so far.~Orgon~ 1075 2, 4 | And you, by t’other.~[She pushes them off, by the shoulders, 1076 3, 3 | restore it.~Elmire~That’s pushing Christian charity too far;~ 1077 3, 7 | let us end these painful quarrels.~I see what troublous times 1078 1, 6 | poverty, and who he was,~By questioning his servant, who is like 1079 4, 1 | our brains with further questions.~Tartuffe~Already I have 1080 1, 1 | most ridiculous,~Are always quickest to speak ill of others;~ 1081 4, 3 | a vixen,~And I believe a quiet cold rebuff~No less effective 1082 1, 2 | in constant admiration, quotes him~On all occasions, takes 1083 1, 5 | wink~Of sleep, the fever racked her so; and we~Had to sit 1084 5, 1 | uphold imposture;~But do not rail at true devoutness, either;~ 1085 1, 1 | Annoy the neighbourhood, and raise a scandal.~I’d gladly think 1086 5, 3 | with,~I never should have raised such an alarm,~And my ...~ 1087 1, 6 | when I left the church, he ran before me~To give me holy 1088 2, 2 | offend you:~Let’s leave his rank, then,—take the man himself:~ 1089 3, 3 | are dazed, and hearts are rapt away;~I could not look on 1090 3, 3 | you,~And in yourself, its rarest miracles;~It has displayed 1091 5, 7 | with Heaven!~Tartuffe~Your ravings cannot move me; all my thought~ 1092 4, 7 | no one here; and now my ravished soul ...~Orgon [stopping 1093 5, 6 | stay with you until you reach it, sir.~Orgon~How much 1094 2, 4 | the door, but just as he reaches it, turns around]~Eh?~Mariane~ 1095 5, 7 | double dealing,~His eyes can read men’s inmost hearts, and 1096 4, 5 | convinced my love by something real.~Elmire~Ah! How your love 1097 1, 2(2)| apologize for a touch of realism like this. Indeed, these 1098 1, 6 | Confuse the semblance with reality,~Esteem a phantom like a 1099 3, 4 | with them.~Damis~You’ve reasons of your own for acting thus;~ 1100 5, 4 | not for a million~Wish to rebel; like a good citizen~You’ 1101 1, 2(1)| Referring to the rebellion called La Fronde, during 1102 4, 3 | And I believe a quiet cold rebuff~No less effective to repulse 1103 5, 4 | ask your pardon~For not recalling now your face or name.~M. 1104 5, 2 | Forget the many benefits received,~And in his base abominable 1105 | recent 1106 5, 1 | see your error, and you recognise~That you’ve been cozened 1107 Not | their place as universally recognized types of human nature.~ 1108 1, 6 | to preach retirement;~Who reconcile religion with their vices,~ 1109 5, 4 | angry;~And if he talks of reconciliation~Accept it.~M. Loyal [to 1110 3, 6 | loose upon him,~You have recourse to every shameful trick~ 1111 5, 7 | account.~You, sir [to Orgon], recover from your hot alarm.~Our 1112 3, 3 | sitting down]~And how are you recovered from your illness?~Elmire [ 1113 4, 5 | our various occasions,~And rectify the evil of the deed~According 1114 2, 3 | his parish; handsome too;~Red ears and high complexion— 1115 1, 2(1)| Referring to the rebellion called 1116 3, 3 | fashioned here.~Its charms reflected shine in such as you,~And 1117 5, 8 | To virtue, hate his vice, reform his ways,~And win the pardon 1118 3, 4 | no; it is enough if he reforms,~Endeavouring to deserve 1119 4, 5 | different style.~Elmire~If that refusal has offended you,~How little 1120 1, 6 | your pity.” Then,~When I refused to take it back, he’d go,~ 1121 4, 5 | Our heart’s desire, and in refusing promise.~I’m telling you 1122 2, 2(3)| compelled to hide his rage.—Regnier, Le Tartuffe des Comediens.~ 1123 5, 6 | Dorine~Valere~’Tis with regret, sir, that I bring bad news;~ 1124 2, 2 | haven’t noticed that he’s regular~At church.~Dorine~You’d 1125 4, 3 | by whate’er can move you,~Relax a little your paternal rights,~ 1126 3, 6 | To his son]~You’ll not relent,~You blackguard?~Damis~What! 1127 1, 6 | make you~Forget all else, relieve his poverty,~Give him a 1128 1, 5 | be bled; and then~She was relieved at once.~Orgon~And how about~ 1129 1, 1 | say;~And as a learned man remarked one day~Most aptly, ’tis 1130 2, 3 | me.~Dorine~Good! That’s a remedy I hadn’t thought of.~Just 1131 5, 7 | true merit miss its due,~Remembering always rather good than 1132 5, 8 | his unhappy fate,~And let remorse oppress him, but not you.~ 1133 4, 5 | case, your scruple’s easily~Removed. With me you’re sure of 1134 5, 4 | come, sir, by your leave~To render service of a certain writ ...~ 1135 5, 8 | straightway go, and on your knees~Repay with thanks his noble generous 1136 3, 3 | employ discretion,~And not repeat the matter to my husband;~ 1137 1, 5 | against all evils,~And to replace the blood that she had lost,~ 1138 3, 7 | t stop there. These same reports~You now reject, may some 1139 Not | the weakness or vice they represent that has given them their 1140 3, 6 | Orgon~Leave it quickly.~You reprobate, I disinherit you,~And give 1141 4, 3 | rebuff~No less effective to repulse a lover.~Orgon~I know ... 1142 5, 3 | witness;~You see how I’m requited for my kindness,~I zealously 1143 5, 7 | you forget ’twas I~That rescued you from utter misery?~Tartuffe~ 1144 3, 3 | That took by storm my still resisting heart,~And conquered everything, 1145 4, 5 | Always, at first, our modesty resists~The tender feelings you 1146 2, 4 | Valere~And what’s your resolution in the matter,~Madam?~Mariane~ 1147 5, 4 | I have much feeling for respectable~And honest folk like you, 1148 2, 1 | By doing as I wish in all respects.~Mariane~To do so is the 1149 4, 5 | escape from your pursuit?~No respite even?—not a breathing space?~ 1150 3, 3 | charms attract,~Does not result from any hatred toward you,~ 1151 1, 6 | live at court to preach retirement;~Who reconcile religion 1152 5, 4 | your keys to me, before retiring.~I will take care not to 1153 4, 5 | with you alone,~And can reveal to you my heart, perhaps~ 1154 5, 7 | Heaven’s justice~He stood revealed before our monarch’s eyes~ 1155 3, 4 | give up the pleasure of revenge.~I’ll make an end of this 1156 5, 4 | pray.~M. Loyal~Then au revoir. Heaven keep you from disaster!~ 1157 5, 8 | too.~With wedded happiness reward Valere,~And crown a lover 1158 1, 2 | us,~And throws away our ribbons, rouge, and patches.~The 1159 2, 2 | best graces,~And that is riches quite beyond compare.~This 1160 3, 6 | The more you strive to rid yourselves of him,~The more 1161 2, 2 | made the butt~Of all men’s ridicule.~Orgon~Won’t you be still?~ 1162 1, 1 | whose own conduct’s most ridiculous,~Are always quickest to 1163 3, 4 | triumphed all too long~Over my righteous anger, and has caused~Far 1164 4, 1 | scruples~That well may cause a rightful heir’s complaints.~Don’t 1165 4, 3 | rather let a convent’s rigid rule~Wear out the wretched 1166 1, 1 | There! That’s the kind of rigmarole to please you,~Daughter-inlaw. 1167 3, 6 | To Tartuffe]~Brother, rise, I beg you.~[To his son]~ 1168 Not | Moliere, stands without a rival at the head of French comedy. 1169 4, 1 | maxim~That teaches us to rob the lawful heir?~If Heaven 1170 2, 2 | For he has let himself be robbed of all,~Through careless 1171 4, 1 | you should be accused of robbing him.~I am astounded that 1172 3, 6 | your knees this instant, rogue,~And take back what you 1173 1, 2 | instruct us too;~He comes with rolling eyes to preach at us,~And 1174 1, 1 | everything, and rule the roost!~Madame Pernelle~Eh! Mercy 1175 5, 5 | And knowing money is a root of evil,~In Christian charity, 1176 1, 5 | well; stout, fat, fair, rosy-lipped.~Orgon~Poor man!~Dorine~ 1177 1, 2 | throws away our ribbons, rouge, and patches.~The wretch, 1178 5, 2 | off for him.~We must deal roundly with his insolence;~’Tis 1179 1, 1 | not to say so.~His actions rouse my wrath at every turn;~ 1180 Not | father held a position in the royal household, he was educated 1181 4, 3 | clear as day?~Orgon~All rubbish.~Elmire~What a man! But 1182 2, 2 | her place, any man should rue it~Who married me by force, 1183 5, 3 | kindness armed him with,~To ruin me, to take my fortune from 1184 5, 7 | crowns your perfidies, and ruins me.~Tartuffe~I shall not 1185 3, 4 | rascal all too long has ruled my father,~And crossed my 1186 4, 5 | With what fierce sway it rules a conquered heart,~And violently 1187 2, 2 | word, I don’t know how the rumour~Got started—if ’twas guess-work 1188 3, 3 | too, with me your honour runs no risk;~With me you need 1189 1, 1 | must come of it~An open rupture with this sneaking scoundrel.~ 1190 4, 3 | And must our honour always rush to arms~At the mere mention 1191 1, 6 | hireling zealots,~Whose sacrilegious, treacherous pretence~Deceives 1192 4, 5 | And now we’re on an even safer footing.~The high esteem 1193 5, 6 | guide to seek a place of safety,~And stay with you until 1194 1, 1 | Dorine~He passes for a saint in your opinion.~In fact, 1195 3, 7 | Orgon~What! So insult a saintly man of God!~Tartuffe~Heaven, 1196 1, 1 | Madame Pernelle~Eh! Mercy sakes alive! Things would go better~ 1197 Not | from the public; but the satire in his comedies made him 1198 Not | gave it a new purpose—the satirizing of contemporary manners 1199 4, 5 | forbids, ’tis true, some satisfactions;~But we find means to make 1200 4, 3 | can I quite approve those savage prudes~Whose honour arms 1201 1, 6 | They’d think such judgment savoured of presumption;~And, leaving 1202 5, 1 | character~Between a worthless scamp, and all good people?~What! 1203 4, 5 | even insists, to spite the scandal-mongers,~That we shall be together 1204 4, 1 | Everyone, high or low, is scandalised;~If you’ll take my advice, 1205 1, 1 | Besides, ’tis downright scandalous to see~This unknown upstart 1206 4, 1 | And make a stir that’s scarcely to your credit;~And I have 1207 1, 1 | show of patience,~To hear a scatterbrains like you attack him.~Damis~ 1208 4, 3 | you can’t throw me off the scent.~Elmire~Once more, I am 1209 4, 4 | ll see you through your scheme.~Elmire~And then you’ll 1210 4, 1 | would attribute it to merest scheming~On my part—say that conscious 1211 3, 3 | Spirit’s artful snare;~I even schooled my heart to flee your beauty,~ 1212 4, 5 | scoundrel speaking.]5~There is a science, madam, that instructs us~ 1213 2, 2 | ll never fail to quarrel, scold, or tease,~And you may do 1214 3, 2 | my hair-cloth shirt and scourge,~And pray that Heaven may 1215 2, 4 | and pull you out o’ the scrape.~[To Valere]~Are you quite 1216 3, 6 | torture~Than have him get a scratch on my account.~Orgon [to 1217 5, 1 | keep,~So that, in case of search, I might deny~My having 1218 4, 7 | satisfaction,~Madam, I’ve searched the whole apartment through.~ 1219 4, 7 | Orgon~That talk is out of season.~You leave my house this 1220 1, 2 | At table he must have the seat of honour,~While with delight 1221 5, 1 | brought it~Himself, most secretly, and left it with me.~He 1222 1, 1 | others;~They never fail to seize at once upon~The slightest 1223 Not | his masterpieces, he was seized with illness and died a 1224 2, 4 | Mister Valere!~[She goes and seizes him by the arm, to stop 1225 3, 3 | only have your charming self to blame.~Soon as I saw 1226 4, 3 | never hard to cheat,~And self-conceit leads straight to self-deceit.~ 1227 4, 3 | self-conceit leads straight to self-deceit.~Bid him come down to me.~[ 1228 3, 6 | guard against the pride of self-defence.~Believe their stories, 1229 1, 6 | both alike, and pay~The self-same honour both to masks and 1230 5, 7 | from that high power which sends me here.~Orgon~Ungrateful 1231 2, 2(3)| before the middle of his sentence to turn and catch the beginning 1232 2, 4 | faith, a high and noble sentiment.~Valere~Yes; and it’s one 1233 1, 6 | more odious~Than whited sepulchres of outward unction,~Those 1234 3, 6 | of you;~Wife, children, servants, all let loose upon him,~ 1235 1, 6 | Valere has sent me here to settle matters.~Orgon~Heaven be 1236 1, 2(2)| in dramatic verse of the seventeenth century, that Moliere feels 1237 1, 5 | Her headache still was so severe.~Orgon~And how~About Tartuffe?~ 1238 Not | such characterization as Shakespeare’s, Moliere’s method of portraying 1239 4, 4 | Flatter the longings of his shameless passion,~And give free play 1240 5, 7 | own, is great.~Damis~How shamelessly the wretch makes bold with 1241 1, 1 | leave the half unsaid;~But I shan’t soon set foot in it again,~[ 1242 1, 1 | warm your ears in proper shape!~March, trollop, march!~ 1243 5, 7 | cannot deceive him.~His sharp discernment sees things 1244 3, 2 | And pray that Heaven may shed its light upon you.~If any 1245 2, 4 | good advice.~Valere~Don’t shield yourself with talk of my 1246 1, 4 | up~To all these wretched shifts. You know, besides,~How 1247 3, 3 | here.~Its charms reflected shine in such as you,~And in yourself, 1248 2, 2 | daughter,~That all his person shines with noble merit,~That he 1249 3, 2 | Lawrence, put up my hair-cloth shirt and scourge,~And pray that 1250 1, 6 | merest nothing is enough to shock him;~So much so, that the 1251 4, 4 | yourself to be in no wise shocked.~Whatever I may say must 1252 1, 1 | who hadn’t, when he came,~Shoes to his feet, or clothing 1253 2, 2 | you just what will happen shortly.~Dorine~Stuff!~Orgon~Daughter, 1254 2, 4 | pushes them off, by the shoulders, in opposite directions.]~ 1255 5, 7 | maintain his rights, and shows~How well his heart, when 1256 4, 5 | for your ear alone.~But shut the door first, and look 1257 2, 4 | get the step-mother on our side, too.~Good-bye.~Valere [ 1258 2, 4 | hate him.~[Mariane looks sideways toward Valere, with just 1259 4, 1 | my frank opinion.~Not to sift out this scandal to the 1260 4, 5 | of some little favour~I sigh for, shall assure me of 1261 2, 4 | Valere [aside]~’Tis clear the sight of me is torture to her;~ 1262 3, 4 | grant me means to take a signal vengeance~On his hypocrisy 1263 2, 2(3)| design,” Dorine is making signs to Mariane to resist his 1264 1, 1 | that everyone would then be silenced?~Against backbiting there 1265 5, 4 | Orgon]~Sir, make your son be silent or withdraw.~I should be 1266 3, 6 | men believe me godly,~The simple truth is, I’m a worthless 1267 Not | but it is precisely the simplicity with which creations like 1268 5, 4 | then?~M. Loyal~Tell him simply that his friend~Mr. Tartuffe 1269 3, 3 | urge forward, frankly and sincerely,~The marriage of Valere 1270 1, 6 | faces~Set artifice beside sincerity,~Confuse the semblance with 1271 3, 2 | and fill our minds with sinful thoughts.~Dorine~Are you 1272 2, 3 | The whole world joins to sing his praise already;~He’s 1273 4, 1 | need our help to punish sinners?~Leave to itself the care 1274 4, 5 | brings offence,~And secret sinning is not sin at all.~Elmire [ 1275 3, 6 | Leave my house this instant, sirrah,~And never dare set foot 1276 4, 2 | And try by strength or skill to change his purpose.~ 1277 1, 6 | the road to heaven;~Who, skilled in prayer, have always much 1278 3, 7 | d never let you go,~But slain you on the spot with my 1279 1, 1 | husband,~Must be the ones who slander us, I’m thinking.~Those 1280 5, 3 | myself.~Madame Pernelle~For slanderers abound in calumnies ...~ 1281 Not | and the most impossible slanders. Nor did he find much solace 1282 2, 2 | chastised with one good slap in the face.~[He stands 1283 3, 3 | sorrows of your worthless slave,~If in your goodness you 1284 1, 5 | she couldn’t get a wink~Of sleep, the fever racked her so; 1285 2, 2(3)| picking from the top of his sleeve a bit of fluff which she 1286 1, 5 | into a good warm bed,~And slept quite undisturbed until 1287 3, 1 | or two.~Dorine~So ho! Go slow now. Just you leave the 1288 2, 4 | Madam, farewell.~[He walks slowly away.]~Mariane~Farewell, 1289 1, 5 | Dorine~Gently inclined to slumber,~He left the table, went 1290 1, 1 | like your doings on the sly.~Elmire~But, mother ...~ 1291 1, 6 | Orgon~Brother, your language smacks of atheism;~And I suspect 1292 2, 4 | Valere, with just a bit of a smile.]~Dorine~My faith and troth, 1293 1, 6 | all die, and never care—a snap.~Cleante~Your feelings are 1294 3, 3 | the Evil Spirit’s artful snare;~I even schooled my heart 1295 5, 7 | to fool him,~Far subtler snares have failed against his 1296 2, 4 | evident;~And now you’re snatching at a trifling pretext~To 1297 1, 1 | An open rupture with this sneaking scoundrel.~Dorine~Besides, ’ 1298 2, 3 | in all,~Is not a man to sneeze at—oh, by no means!~’Tis 1299 1, 1 | Now the gentlemen must snicker, must he?~Go find fools 1300 5, 4 | good square one, on his snout.~Cleante [aside to Orgon]~ 1301 1, 1 | fills the air;~It makes a sober person’s head go round,~ 1302 2, 3 | presented in their best society.~You’ll even go to call, 1303 3, 3 | gown; the stuff is very soft.~Elmire~Let be, I beg you; 1304 3, 6 | my life is stained with soilures;~And all is but a mass of 1305 Not | slanders. Nor did he find much solace at home; for he married 1306 5, 7 | until the day he caught you~Soliciting his wife? How happens it~ 1307 3, 3 | recovery.~Elmire~You’re too solicitous on my behalf.~Tartuffe~We 1308 5, 1 | to confide~In him; his sophistry made me believe~That I must 1309 3, 3 | gracious favour~Upon the sorrows of your worthless slave,~ 1310 2, 4 | Dorine~Well,~We’ll try all sorts of ways.~[To Mariane]~Your 1311 3, 2 | Things like that offend~Our souls, and fill our minds with 1312 4, 5 | respite even?—not a breathing space?~Nay, is it decent to be 1313 2, 2 | strike her, and, each time he speaks to his daughter, he glances 1314 4, 4 | I promised.~By wheedling speeches, since I’m forced to do 1315 1, 1 | my boy—f, o, o, l~Just spells your name. Let grandma tell 1316 5, 4 | quietly,~Come here and spend the night, with half a score~ 1317 Not | the stage. His life was spent in Paris and in the provinces, 1318 4, 5 | look everywhere~For fear of spies.~[Tartuffe goes and closes 1319 5, 3 | Pernelle~Their tongues for spitting venom never lack,~There’ 1320 1, 5 | Dorine~Madam had fever, and a splitting headache~Day before yesterday, 1321 3, 7 | go,~But slain you on the spot with my own hand.~[To Tartuffe]~ 1322 2, 3 | small luck to be his happy spouse.~The whole world joins to 1323 1, 1 | of any love affair,~And spread the news of it with glee, 1324 2, 1 | there’s no one there to spy upon us;~That little closet’ 1325 5, 4 | land~My fist, for one good square one, on his snout.~Cleante [ 1326 3, 3 | Elmire~Ouch! but you squeeze too hard.~Tartuffe~Excess 1327 1, 6 | their passion,~And seek to stab us with a sacred sword.~ 1328 2, 3 | better!~You’ll take the stage-coach to his little village,~And 1329 3, 6 | such a falsehood,~To try to stain the whiteness of his virtue?~ 1330 3, 6 | Each moment of my life is stained with soilures;~And all is 1331 2, 4 | But just to marry you, I stake my life on’t.~Mariane [to 1332 2, 2 | Dorine [coming in quietly and standing behind Orgon, so that he 1333 2, 2 | know how the rumour~Got started—if ’twas guess-work or mere 1334 2, 4 | prattling!~Now go.~Valere [starting to go, and coming back again]~ 1335 5, 6 | private strong-box~Of a state-criminal, whose guilty secret,~You, 1336 2, 4 | time;~Now, think how you’ll stave off this plaguy marriage.~ 1337 2, 4 | you desire.~[He takes a step or two as if to go away.]~ 1338 5, 1 | state my frank opinion—~Steps that you took too lightly; 1339 4, 1 | all the town,~And make a stir that’s scarcely to your 1340 3, 3 | heart within my bosom is not stone.~Elmire~I well believe your 1341 5, 7 | recompense of Heaven’s justice~He stood revealed before our monarch’ 1342 3, 6 | self-defence.~Believe their stories, arm your wrath against 1343 4, 5 | thought~To contradict his story; still, thank Heaven,~Things 1344 1, 5 | well;~He’s mighty well; stout, fat, fair, rosy-lipped.~ 1345 1, 6 | Cleante~That is the usual strain of all your kind;~They must 1346 4, 2 | we beg you,~And try by strength or skill to change his purpose.~ 1347 3, 2 | lust,~And I could see you stripped from head to foot,~And all 1348 5, 7 | Traitor! You saved this worst stroke for the last;~This crowns 1349 5, 6 | in his hands the private strong-box~Of a state-criminal, whose 1350 2, 2 | destiny is sure to prove the stronger.~Orgon~Have done with interrupting. 1351 Not | Clermont, and for some time studied law, which he soon abandoned 1352 4, 5 | senses~Long draughts of suavity ineffable.~My heart employs 1353 5, 3 | Tries with black treason to suborn my wife,~And not content 1354 5, 7 | means apt to fool him,~Far subtler snares have failed against 1355 5, 5 | too black~To bring him the success that he expects.~ 1356 2, 2(3)| orders; Orgon turns around suddenly; but Dorine quickly changes 1357 3, 7 | ingratitude~Makes my soul suffer torture, bitterly ...~My 1358 4, 5 | your heart~So quietly, and suffered all your pleading,~And taken 1359 4, 2 | can in her behalf;~She’s suffering almost more than heart can 1360 2, 2 | it be the truth.~Let this suffice for you: I’ve settled it.~ 1361 4, 5 | nothing~That can be said suffices for belief,~Since more convincing 1362 3, 3 | prayers, I fear, have not sufficient merit~To have drawn down 1363 4, 1 | your ear~To what mere whim suggested to his father,~And to accept 1364 5, 4 | Cleante]~This mild beginning suits with my conjectures~And 1365 5, 4 | sir, but just a little summons:—~Order to vacate, you and 1366 1, 5 | About Tartuffe?~Dorine~He supped alone, before her,~And unctuously 1367 1, 5 | touch a single thing for supper,~Her headache still was 1368 5, 3 | devil! How could I see any surer?~Should I have waited till, 1369 3, 5 | now been proven.~I’ve just surprised him making to your wife~ 1370 5, 4 | you time;~And even will suspend until tomorrow~The execution 1371 5, 3 | mad.~Madame Pernelle~False suspicions may delude,~And good to 1372 4, 5 | confusion!~With what fierce sway it rules a conquered heart,~ 1373 5, 7 | mind cannot too easily be swayed,~For reason always holds 1374 3, 3 | quite open to your eyes,~And swear to you, the trouble that 1375 1, 2 | fondles and embraces him; a sweetheart~Could not, I think, be loved 1376 5, 6 | lose no time; the bolt is swift to strike,~And such as only 1377 2, 2 | such a creature.~Orgon [swinging his hand at her and missing 1378 2, 2(3)| catches her; but just as he swings his shoulder to give her 1379 1, 6 | to stab us with a sacred sword.~There are too many of this 1380 2, 2 | all you please; but not a syllable~To me about it, or ... you 1381 1, 6 | suspect your soul’s a little tainted~Therewith. I’ve preached 1382 2, 2 | you’re telling us a fairly tale!~Orgon~I’m telling you just 1383 3, 6 | far better to believe his tales.~Why favour me so much in 1384 2, 2 | What were you doing?~Dorine~Talking to myself.~Orgon~Oh! Very 1385 5, 4 | not get angry;~And if he talks of reconciliation~Accept 1386 2, 3 | you shall be, my faith! Tartuffified.~Mariane~Well, then, since 1387 2, 3 | your man, and you shall taste him.~Mariane~You know I’ 1388 1, 1 | live in innocence,~To silly tattle pay no heed at all,~And 1389 3, 3 | they’ll divulge it;~Their tattling tongues, if you but trust 1390 5, 7 | insults,~For Heaven has taught me to endure all things.~ 1391 2, 3 | welcome,~On Mrs. Bailiff, Mrs. Tax–Collector,~Who’ll patronise 1392 4, 5 | purity of motive.~I’ll duly teach you all these secrets, madam;~ 1393 4, 3 | with teeth and claws~To tear men’s eyes out at the slightest 1394 2, 2 | fail to quarrel, scold, or tease,~And you may do with him 1395 4, 3 | honour arms itself with teeth and claws~To tear men’s 1396 3, 3 | That you will pardon my temerity,~Excuse, upon the score 1397 2, 2 | Through careless disregard of temporal things~And fixed attachment 1398 3, 2 | foot,~And all your hide not tempt me in the least.~Tartuffe~ 1399 1, 2 | him, you would say he’s ten times worse!~His conduct 1400 3, 3 | well believe your sighs all tend to Heaven,~And nothing here 1401 1, 2 | I think, be loved more tenderly;~At table he must have the 1402 3, 3 | You mean you cannot love terrestrial things.~Tartuffe~The heart 1403 4, 5 | Damis did frighten me most terribly~On your account; you saw 1404 1, 2(2)| s note, inserted in the text of all the old editions. 1405 Not | directing performances, managing theaters, and writing plays. He had 1406 | thee 1407 | themselves 1408 3, 3 | than human beauty,~You were thenceforth the sovereign of my soul;~ 1409 | therefore 1410 3, 6 | semblance, brother,~Or judge therefrom that I’m the better man?~ 1411 | thereof 1412 1, 6 | soul’s a little tainted~Therewith. I’ve preached to you a 1413 3, 6 | traitor,~Abandoned scoundrel, thief, and murderer;~Heap on me 1414 2, 4 | of you.~[To Valere]~She thinks of nothing else~But to keep 1415 5, 4 | Mister Court-bailiff, get a thorough beating.~M. Loyal [to Orgon]~ 1416 4, 6 | lightly.~No, let yourself be thoroughly convinced;~Don’t yield too 1417 5, 2 | father, can the scoundrel threaten you,~Forget the many benefits 1418 5, 3 | against the scoundrel’s threats.~Damis~You think his impudence 1419 4, 1 | Tartuffe~Sir, it is half-past three; certain devotions~Recall 1420 2, 4 | ever have me.~Valere~You thrill me through with joy! Whatever 1421 4, 3 | I know ... and you can’t throw me off the scent.~Elmire~ 1422 3, 6 | you pardon him ...~Orgon [throwing himself on his knees too, 1423 4, 3 | turning nuns~When fathers thwart their silly love-affairs.~ 1424 3, 3 | be, I beg you; I am very ticklish.~[She moves her chair away, 1425 1, 2 | must give up~The choicest tidbits to him; if he belches,~[’ 1426 5, 7 | gratitude;~And to such puissant ties I’d sacrifice~My friend, 1427 2, 3 | can you expect?—if one is timid?—~Dorine~But what is love 1428 3, 3 | Tartuffe [pressing her finger tips]~Madam, ’tis so; and such 1429 4, 3 | no desire to make a loud to-do.~Our virtue should, I think, 1430 4, 2 | her father means to make to-night~Drives her each moment to 1431 4, 7 | Expecting all the time the tone would change;~But now the 1432 1, 6 | They don’t attack a sinner tooth and nail,~For sin’s the 1433 2, 2(3)| carefully picking from the top of his sleeve a bit of fluff 1434 1, 2 | The wretch, the other day, tore up a kerchief~That he had 1435 5, 7 | hidden baseness of this tortuous heart.~Accusing you, the 1436 5, 2 | Orgon~Too true, my son. It tortures me to think on’t.~Damis~ 1437 4, 3 | upon me.~Orgon [a little touched]~Come, come, my heart, be 1438 5, 4 | have no business, sir, that touches you;~[Pointing to Orgon]~ 1439 5, 1 | neath the semblance of such touching fervour?~I took him in, 1440 1, 1 | day~Most aptly, ’tis the Tower of Babylon,~Where all, beyond 1441 4, 1 | become the talk of all the town,~And make a stir that’s 1442 1, 6 | their religion’s human, tractable;~They are not always judging 1443 1, 6 | selfish interests,~Make trade and merchandise of godliness,~ 1444 3, 7(4)| the reading, preserved by tradition as that of the earliest 1445 1, 1 | to heaven;~My son should train you all to love him well.~ 1446 2, 3 | bag-pipes;~And sometimes a trained ape, and Punch and Judy;~ 1447 5, 7 | you back;~The deed of gift transferring your estate~Our monarch’ 1448 1, 6 | much dung.~His converse has transformed me quite; he weans~My heart 1449 5, 4 | I fancy,~And, since I’m treating you with great indulgence,~ 1450 3, 3 | image of Himself.~At first I trembled lest this secret love~Might 1451 1, 6 | anger, vengeful, faithless, tricky,~And, to destroy a man, 1452 5, 3 | villain, rascal, wretch,~Tries with black treason to suborn 1453 4, 5 | not hold back for such a trifle.~Elmire~But they affright 1454 1, 6 | himself a sinner just for trifles;~The merest nothing is enough 1455 3, 4 | mockery;~His bigot’s pride has triumphed all too long~Over my righteous 1456 1, 1 | in proper shape!~March, trollop, march!~ 1457 2, 4 | smile.]~Dorine~My faith and troth, what fools these lovers 1458 3, 7 | painful quarrels.~I see what troublous times I bring upon you,~ 1459 2, 2 | prove him~For what he is, a true-born gentleman.~Dorine~Yes, so 1460 2, 3 | Mariane~You know I’ve always trusted you; now help me ...~Dorine~ 1461 5, 1 | This deed of gift, this trusting of the secret~To him, were 1462 1, 1 | him~Because he tells home truths to all of you.~’Tis sin 1463 4, 5 | good.~Tartuffe~’Tis very trying.~Elmire~More than words 1464 1, 1 | censuring these visits;~The turmoil that attends your sort of 1465 2, 2 | sweet children, like two turtle-doves;~You’ll never fail to quarrel, 1466 3, 1 | fond of her.~Would God ’twere true!—‘Twould be the height 1467 1, 6 | That there’s a difference ‘twixt false and true.~And as I 1468 Not | as universally recognized types of human nature.~ 1469 5, 4 | Drawn in due form, and unassailable.~Damis [to Mr. Loyal]~Your 1470 4, 3 | weakness;~I wonder what your unbelief would answer,~If I should 1471 4, 1 | him.~I am astounded that unblushingly~You could allow such offers 1472 2, 3 | village,~And find it full of uncles and of cousins,~Whose conversation 1473 1, 6 | Those men, I say, who with uncommon zeal~Seek their own fortunes 1474 1, 6 | whited sepulchres of outward unction,~Those barefaced charlatans, 1475 1, 5 | supped alone, before her,~And unctuously ate up two partridges,~As 1476 4, 1 | and hoped to win him~And underhandedly secure his silence.~Cleante~ 1477 1, 5 | warm bed,~And slept quite undisturbed until next morning.~Orgon~ 1478 3, 3 | you, O sweet miracle,~An unexampled worship and devotion.~Then 1479 Not | at home; for he married unfortunately, and the unhappiness that 1480 2, 4 | Mariane]~Come, don’t be so ungracious now about it;~Look at a 1481 Not | married unfortunately, and the unhappiness that followed increased 1482 5, 8 | Leave the poor wretch to his unhappy fate,~And let remorse oppress 1483 1, 2(2)| illustration of the desire for uniformity and dignity of style in 1484 4, 2 | despair. He’s coming.~Let us unite our efforts now, we beg 1485 1, 4 | concerned in it myself;~If love unites my sister and Valere,~I 1486 Not | given them their place as universally recognized types of human 1487 1, 2 | dotes~Upon him! he’s his universe, his hero;~He’s lost in 1488 3, 3 | Mariane;~That you give up the unjust influence~By which you hope 1489 1, 1 | downright scandalous to see~This unknown upstart master of the house—~ 1490 | unless 1491 3, 4 | The traitor now must be unmasked before him:~And Providence 1492 4, 1 | After his conduct, quite unparalleled,~All intercourse between 1493 1, 2 | His conduct in our late unpleasantness1~Had won him much esteem, 1494 1, 1 | house, I leave the half unsaid;~But I shan’t soon set foot 1495 5, 4 | rest,~And see there’s no unseemly conduct here.~But by tomorrow, 1496 | unto 1497 5, 4 | I’m not by way of being unwelcome here.~My coming can, I think, 1498 5, 1 | If you can help it, don’t uphold imposture;~But do not rail 1499 4, 8 | Whether a certain box is still upstairs.~ 1500 1, 1 | scandalous to see~This unknown upstart master of the house—~This