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1501    4,   5   |            exacting,~And so abuse by urgency the weakness~You may discover
1502    5,   6   |           that I bring bad news;~But urgent danger forces me to do so.~
1503    1,   1   |            her husband’s, place,~I’d urgently entreat you not to come~
1504             | used
1505    1,   6   |            head.~Cleante~That is the usual strain of all your kind;~
1506    1,   1   |           bigot criticaster~Come and usurp a tyrant’s power here?~And
1507    5,   1   |           for me!~I shall abhor them utterly forever,~And henceforth
1508    5,   4   |            little summons:—~Order to vacate, you and yours, this house,~
1509    3,   2   |            Tartuffe [speaking to his valet, off the stage, as soon
1510    4,   3   |          advise ...~Orgon~Brother, I value your advice most highly;~’
1511    1,   1   |              now she sees her beauty vanishing,~She wants to leave the
1512    2,   2   |             so he says himself. Such vanity~But ill accords with pious
1513    4,   5   |          conscience~According to our various occasions,~And rectify the
1514    1,   1   |             her,~And in the specious veil of haughty virtue~She’d
1515    1,   6   |           vices,~Are quick to anger, vengeful, faithless, tricky,~And,
1516    5,   3   |           Their tongues for spitting venom never lack,~There’s nothing
1517  Not        |           was the object of the most venomous attacks and the most impossible
1518    1,   1   |            leave the gossips free to vent their gall.~Dorine~Our neighbour
1519    5,   1   |             esteem too quickly, at a venture,~But try to keep, in this,
1520    1,   2(2)|         dignity of style in dramatic verse of the seventeenth century,
1521    4,   3   |             this marriage,~And don’t vex me about it any more.~Dorine~
1522    5,   7   |             But knows the false, and views it with disgust.~This fellow
1523    3,   7   |           distress I see~Them try to vilify me to my brother!~Orgon~
1524    2,   3   |            stage-coach to his little village,~And find it full of uncles
1525    4,   5   |         rules a conquered heart,~And violently will have its wishes granted!~
1526    2,   2   |           still, I say, you impudent viper!~Dorine~What! you are pious,
1527    1,   1   |          Dorine~O admirable pattern! Virtuous dame!~She lives the model
1528    5,   3   |              fine state to receive a visit!~
1529    4,   3   |           like my virtue not to be a vixen,~And I believe a quiet cold
1530    3,   3   |           Now, to express it all, my voice must speak.~If but you will
1531    5,   7   |        sovereign will makes null and void;~And for the secret personal
1532    3,   7(4)|           him even as I forgive him! Voltaire gives still another reading:
1533    5,   7   |           long-drawn history of many volumes.~Our monarch—to resolve
1534    3,   3   |           prayers of its most humble votary!~Elmire~I’m very grateful
1535    2,   4   |            to keep faith with you, I vouch for it.~[To Mariane]~And
1536    1,   1   |             keep folk’s tongues~From wagging? It would be a grievous
1537    5,   3   |             any surer?~Should I have waited till, before my eyes,~He ...
1538    2,   2   |             myself, I must go take a walk.~
1539    2,   4   |           gone. Madam, farewell.~[He walks slowly away.]~Mariane~Farewell,
1540    1,   6   |             in his modesty~He always wanted to return a part.~“It is
1541    2,   3   |            Dorine~Do? Everything, to ward off such disaster.~Mariane~
1542    5,   4   |            words are actionable.~And warrants can be issued against women.~
1543    2,   2   |             Orgon~Daughter, we can’t waste time upon this nonsense;~
1544    5,   3   |            is flouted.~Cleante~We’re wasting time here in the merest
1545    1,   6   |             all the congregation,~To watch the fervour of his prayers
1546    2,   2(3)|              blows into the air, and watches intently as it floats away.
1547    1,   1   |          think to look at you.~Still waters, though, they say ... you
1548    3,   3   |             nothing from my own poor weak endeavour.~You are my hope,
1549    1,   1   |          Enjoy the pleasures age has weaned them from.~Madame Pernelle [
1550    1,   6   |             transformed me quite; he weans~My heart from every friendship,
1551    4,   3   |           let a convent’s rigid rule~Wear out the wretched days that
1552    2,   3   |              should want to make her wed a monkey.~Besides, your
1553    5,   8   |              upon another, too.~With wedded happiness reward Valere,~
1554    2,   2   |             certain plan;~And he who weds his child against her will~
1555    2,   2   |              know, and that within a week,~A woman’s vengeance isn’
1556    2,   2   |           nothing that I say has any weight?~Dorine~Eh? What’s wrong
1557    4,   4   |      convince you, as I promised.~By wheedling speeches, since I’m forced
1558    4,   7   |            your pleasure,~For I have wherewith to confound your lies,~Avenge
1559    3,   7(4)|            me even as I forgive him! Whichever was the original version,
1560    4,   1   |           lend your ear~To what mere whim suggested to his father,~
1561    2,   4   |        cannot answer for my father’s whims;~But no one save Valere
1562    1,   6   |              naught more odious~Than whited sepulchres of outward unction,~
1563    3,   6   |       falsehood,~To try to stain the whiteness of his virtue?~Damis~What!
1564             | Whither
1565             | Whoever
1566    3,   3   |         tears,~And turned my worship wholly to yourself.~My looks, my
1567    3,   3   |         otherwise, perhaps,~But I am willing to employ discretion,~And
1568    1,   5   |      breakfast four huge draughts of wine.~Orgon~Poor man!~Dorine~
1569    1,   5   |             night she couldn’t get a wink~Of sleep, the fever racked
1570    4,   5   |           Tartuffe~But if my worship wins your gracious favour,~Then
1571    1,   1   |              that my son did nothing wiser~In all his life, than take
1572    2,   4   |             oblige you, sir.~Dorine [withdrawing to the back of the stage]~
1573    2,   3   |             for him, whate’er he be,~Womanly modesty and filial duty?~
1574    4,   3   |        astounded at your weakness;~I wonder what your unbelief would
1575    3,   3   |          Elmire’s dress]~Dear me how wonderful in workmanship~This lace
1576    1,   2   |          takes his trifling acts~For wonders, and his words for oracles.~
1577    2,   4   |              and set your friends at work~To make him keep his word
1578    5,   1   |              the case.~Orgon~I’m all worked up about that wretched box.~
1579    3,   3   |             Dear me how wonderful in workmanship~This lace is! They do marvels,
1580    2,   2   |           should exalt him more than worldly grandeur,~For he has let
1581    1,   1   |             hide the weakness of her worn-out charms.~That is the way
1582    3,   3   |              where their hearts have worshipped.~But men like me are so
1583  Not        |               managing theaters, and writing plays. He had his share
1584    3,   6   |             him speak; you chide him wrongfully;~You’d do far better to
1585    2,   2   |           your temper?~Orgon~I’m all wrought up, with your confounded
1586    1,   2(1)|         during the minority of Louis XIV.~
1587             | ye
1588    2,   3   |         folding-stool.~There, once a year, at carnival, you’ll have~
1589    3,   3   |              s not the happiness I’m yearning after;~I see elsewhere the
1590    5,   4   |       despite~Of envy; and for forty years, thank Heaven,~It’s been
1591    1,   5   |        splitting headache~Day before yesterday, all day and evening.~Orgon~
1592    3,   3   |          Tartuffe [handling the lace yoke of Elmire’s dress]~Dear
1593             | yourselves
1594    1,   6   |           charlatans, those hireling zealots,~Whose sacrilegious, treacherous
1595    1,   1   |            censures everything, this zealous carper.~Madame Pernelle~
1596    5,   3   |          requited for my kindness,~I zealously receive a wretched beggar,~
1597    2,   3   |            speak your role from A to Zed?~You let them broach a project
1598    1,   6   |           and killed a flea.~Cleante~Zounds, brother, you are mad, I