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ORGON, CLÉANTE
Cléante Whither away so fast? | |
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Orgon How should I know? | |
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Cléante Methinks we should begin by taking counsel | |
| To see what can be done to meet the case. | |
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Orgon Im all worked up about that wretched box. | 5 |
| More than all else it drives me to despair. | |
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Cléante That box must hide some mighty mystery? | |
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Orgon Argas, my friend who is in trouble, brought it | |
| Himself, most secretly, and left it with me. | |
| He chose me, in his exile, for this trust; | 10 |
| And on these documents, from what he said, | |
| I judge his life and property depend. | |
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Cléante How could you trust them to anothers hands? | |
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Orgon By reason of a conscientious scruple. | |
| I went straight to my traitor, to confide | 15 |
| In him; his sophistry made me believe | |
| That I must give the box to him to keep, | |
| So that, in case of search, I might deny | |
| My having it at all, and still, by favour | |
| Of this evasion, keep my conscience clear | 20 |
| Even in taking oath against the truth. | |
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Cléante Your case is bad, so far as I can see; | |
| This deed of gift, this trusting of the secret | |
| To him, were bothto state my frank opinion | |
| Steps that you took too lightly; he can lead you | 25 |
| To any length, with these for hostages; | |
| And since he holds you at such disadvantage, | |
| Youd be still more imprudent, to provoke him; | |
| So you must go some gentler way about. | |
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Orgon What! Can a soul so base, a heart so false, | 30 |
| Hide neath the semblance of such touching fervour? | |
| I took him in, a vagabond, a beggar!
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| Tis took much! No more pious folk for me! | |
| I shall abhor them utterly forever, | |
| And henceforth treat them worse than any devil. | 35 |
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Cléante So! There you go again, quite off the handle! | |
| In nothing do you keep an even temper. | |
| You never know what reason is, but always | |
| Jump first to one extreme, and then the other. | |
| You see your error, and you recognise | 40 |
| That youve been cozened by a feigned zeal; | |
| But to make up fort, in the name of reason, | |
| Why should you plunge into a worse mistake, | |
| And find no difference in character | |
| Between a worthless scamp, and all good people? | 45 |
| What! Just because a rascal boldly duped you | |
| With pompous show of false austerity, | |
| Must you needs have it everybodys like him, | |
| And no ones truly pious nowadays? | |
| Leave such conclusions to mere infidels; | 50 |
| Distinguish virtue from its counterfeit, | |
| Dont give esteem too quickly, at a venture, | |
| But try to keep, in this, the golden mean. | |
| If you can help it, dont uphold imposture; | |
| But do not rail at true devoutness, either; | 55 |
| And if you must fall into one extreme, | |
| Then rather err again the other way. | |
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