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MARIANE, DORINE
Dorine Say, have you lost the tongue from out your head? | |
| And must I speak your role from A to Zed? | |
| You let them broach a project thats absurd, | |
| And dont oppose it with a single word! | |
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Mariane What can I do? My father is the master. | 5 |
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Dorine Do? Everything, to ward off such disaster. | |
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Mariane But what? | |
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Dorine Tell him one doesnt love by proxy; | |
| Tell him youll marry for yourself, not him; | |
| Since youre the one for whom the thing is done, | 10 |
| You are the one, not he, the man must please; | |
| If his Tartuffe has charmed him so, why let him | |
| Just marry him himselfno one will hinder. | |
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Mariane A fathers rights are such, it seems to me, | |
| That I could never dare to say a word. | 15 |
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Dorine Came, talk it out. Valère has asked your hand: | |
| Now do you love him, pray, or do you not? | |
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Mariane Dorine! How can you wrong my love so much, | |
| And ask me such a question? Have I not | |
| A hundred times laid bare my heart to you? | 20 |
| Do you know how ardently I love him? | |
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Dorine How do I know if heart and words agree, | |
| And if in honest truth you really love him? | |
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Mariane Dorine, you wrong me greatly if you doubt it; | |
| Ive shown my inmost feelings, all too plainly. | 25 |
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Dorine So then, you love him? | |
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Mariane Yes, devotedly. | |
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Dorine And he returns your love, apparently? | |
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Mariane I think so. | |
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Dorine And you both alike are eager | 30 |
| To be well married to each other? | |
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Mariane Surely. | |
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Dorine Then whats your plan about this other match? | |
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Mariane To kill myself, if it is forced upon me. | |
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Dorine Good! Thats a remedy I hadnt thought of. | 35 |
| Just die, and everything will be all right. | |
| This medicine is marvellous, indeed! | |
| It drives me mad to hear folk talk such nonsense. | |
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Mariane Oh dear, Dorine you get in such a temper! | |
| You have no sympathy for peoples troubles. | 40 |
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Dorine I have no sympathy when folk talk nonsense, | |
| And flatten out as you do, at a pinch. | |
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Mariane But what can you expect?if one is timid? | |
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Dorine But what is love worth, if it has no courage? | |
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Mariane Am I not constant in my love for him? | 45 |
| Ist not his place to win me from my father? | |
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Dorine But if your father is a crazy fool, | |
| And quite bewitched with his Tartuffe? And breaks | |
| His bounden word? Is that your lovers fault? | |
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Mariane But shall I publicly refuse and scorn | 50 |
| This match, and make it plain that Im in love? | |
| Shall I cast off for him, whateer he be, | |
| Womanly modesty and filial duty? | |
| You ask me to display my love in public
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Dorine No, no, I ask you nothing. You shall be | 55 |
| Mister Tartuffes; why, now I think of it, | |
| I should be wrong to turn you from this marriage. | |
| What cause can I have to oppose your wishes? | |
| So fine a match! An excellent good match! | |
| Mister Tartuffe! Oh ho! No mean proposal! | 60 |
| Mister Tartuffe, sure, take it all in all, | |
| Is not a man to sneeze atoh, by no means! | |
| Tis no small luck to be his happy spouse. | |
| The whole world joins to sing his praise already; | |
| Hes noblein his parish; handsome too; | 65 |
| Red ears and high complexionoh, my lud! | |
| Youll be too happy, sure, with him for husband. | |
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Mariane Oh dear!
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Dorine What joy and pride will fill your heart | |
| To be the bride of such a handsome fellow! | 70 |
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Mariane Oh, stop, I beg you; try to find some way | |
| To help break off the match. I quite give in, | |
| Im ready to do anything you say. | |
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Dorine No, no, a daughter must obey her father, | |
| Though he should want to make her wed a monkey. | 75 |
| Besides, your fate is fine. What could be better! | |
| Youll take the stage-coach to his little village, | |
| And find it full of uncles and of cousins, | |
| Whose conversation will delight you. Then | |
| Youll be presented in their best society. | 80 |
| Youll even go to call, by way of welcome, | |
| On Mrs. Bailiff, Mrs. Tax-Collector, | |
| Wholl patronise you with a folding-stool. | |
| There, once a year, at carnival, youll have | |
| Perhapsa ball; with orchestratwo bag-pipes; | 85 |
| And sometimes a trained ape, and Punch and Judy; | |
| Though if your husband
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Mariane Oh, youll kill me. Please | |
| Contrive to help me out with your advice. | |
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Dorine I thank you kindly. | 90 |
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Mariane Oh! Dorine, I beg you
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Dorine To serve you right, this marriage must go through. | |
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Mariane Dear girl! | |
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Dorine No. | |
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Mariane If I say I love Valère
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Dorine No, no. Tartuffes your man, and you shall taste him. | |
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Mariane You know Ive always trusted you; now help me
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Dorine No, you shall be, my faith! Tartuffified. | |
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Mariane Well, then, since youve no pity for my fate | |
| Let me take counsel only of despair; | 100 |
| It will advise and help and give me courage; | |
| Theres one sure cure, I know, for all my troubles. | |
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(She starts to go.)
Dorine There, there! Come back. I cant be angry long. | |
| I must take pity on you, after all. | |
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Mariane Oh, dont you see, Dorine, if I must bear | 105 |
| This martyrdom, I certainly shall die. | |
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Dorine Now dont you fret. Well surely find some way. | |
| To hinder this
But heres Valère, your lover. | |
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