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CLÉANTE, DORINE
Cléante I wont escort her down, | |
| For fear she might fall foul of me again; | |
| The good old lady
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Dorine Bless us! What a pity | |
| She shouldnt hear the way you speak of her! | 5 |
| Shed surely tell you youre too good by half, | |
| And that shes not so old as all that, neither! | |
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Cléante How she got angry with us all for nothing! | |
| And how she seems possessed with her Tartuffe! | |
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Dorine Her case is nothing, though, beside her sons! | 10 |
| To see him, you would say hes ten times worse! | |
| His conduct in our late unpleasantness 1 | |
| Had won him much esteem, and proved his courage | |
| In service of his king; but now hes like | |
| A man besotted, since hes been so taken | 15 |
| With this Tartuffe. He calls him brother, loves him | |
| A hundred times as much as mother, son, | |
| Daughter, and wife. He tells him all his secrets | |
| And lets him guide his acts, and rule his conscience. | |
| He fondles and embraces him; a sweetheart | 20 |
| Could not, I think, be loved more tenderly; | |
| At table he must have the seat of honour, | |
| While with delight our master sees him eat | |
| As much as six men could; we must give up | |
| The choicest tidbits to him; if he belches, (tis a servant speaking) 2 | 25 |
| Master exclaims: God bless you!Oh, he dotes | |
| Upon him! hes his universe, his hero; | |
| Hes lost in constant admiration, quotes him | |
| On all occasions, takes his trifling acts | |
| For wonders, and his words for oracles. | 30 |
| The fellow knows his dupe, and makes the most ont, | |
| He fools him with a hundred masks of virtue, | |
| Gets money from him all the time by canting, | |
| And takes upon himself to carp at us. | |
| Even his silly coxcomb of a lackey | 35 |
| Makes it his business to instruct us too; | |
| He comes with rolling eyes to preach at us, | |
| And throws away our ribbons, rouge, and patches. | |
| The wretch, the other day, tore up a kerchief | |
| That he had found, pressed in the Golden Legend, | 40 |
| Calling it a horrid crime for us to mingle | |
| The devils finery with holy things. | |