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ORGON, DAMIS, TARTUFFE
Orgon Just Heaven! Can what I hear be credited? | |
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Tartuffe Yes, brother, I am wicked, I am guilty, | |
| A miserable sinner, steeped in evil, | |
| The greatest criminal that ever lived. | |
| Each moment of my life is stained with soilures; | 5 |
| And all is but a mass of crime and filth; | |
| Heaven, for my punishment, I see it plainly, | |
| Would mortify me now. Whatever wrong | |
| They find to charge me with, Ill not deny it | |
| But guard against the pride of self-defence. | 10 |
| Believe their stories, arm your wrath against me, | |
| And drive me like a villain from your house; | |
| I cannot have so great a share of shame | |
| But what I have deserved a greater still. | |
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Orgon (to his son) You miscreant, can you dare, with such a falsehood, | 15 |
| To try to stain the whiteness of his virtue? | |
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Damis What! The feigned meekness of this hypocrite | |
| Makes you discredit
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Orgon Silence, cursèd plague! | |
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Tartuffe Ah! Let him speak; you chide him wrongfully; | 20 |
| Youd do far better to believe his tales. | |
| Why favour me so much in such a matter? | |
| How can you know of what Im capable? | |
| And should you trust my outward semblance, brother, | |
| Or judge therefrom that Im the better man? | 25 |
| No, no; you let appearances deceive you; | |
| Im anything but what Im thought to be, | |
| Alas! and though all men believe me godly, | |
| The simple truth is, Im a worthless creature. | |
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(To DAMIS) Yes, my dear son, say on, and call me traitor, | 30 |
| Abandoned scoundrel, thief, and murderer; | |
| Heap on me names yet more detestable, | |
| And I shall not gainsay you; Ive deserved them; | |
| Ill bear this ignominy on my knees, | |
| To expiate in shame the crimes Ive done. | 35 |
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Orgon (to TARTUFFE) Ah, brother, tis too much! | |
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(To his son) Youll not relent, | |
| You blackguard? | |
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Damis What! His talk can so deceive you
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Orgon Silence, you scoundrel! | 40 |
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(To TARTUFFE) Brother, rise, I beg you. | |
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(To his son) Infamous villain! | |
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Damis Can he
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Orgon Silence! | |
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Damis What
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Orgon Another word, Ill break your every bone. | |
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Tartuffe Brother, in Gods name, dont be angry with him! | |
| Id rather bear myself the bitterest torture | |
| Than have him get a scratch on my account. | |
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Orgon (to his son) Ungrateful monster! | 50 |
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Tartuffe Stop. Upon my knees | |
| I beg you pardon him
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Orgon (throwing himself on his knees too, and embracing TARTUFFE) Alas! How can you? | |
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(To his son) Villain! Behold his goodness! | |
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Damis So
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Orgon Be still. | |
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Damis What! I
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Orgon Be still, I say. I know your motives | |
| For this attack. You hate him, all of you; | |
| Wife, children, servants, all let loose upon him, | 60 |
| You have recourse to every shameful trick | |
| To drive this godly man out of my house; | |
| The more you strive to rid yourselves of him, | |
| The more Ill strive to make him stay with me; | |
| Ill have him straightway married to may daughter, | 65 |
| Just to confound the pride of all of you. | |
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Damis What! Will you force her to accept his hand? | |
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Orgon Yes, and this very evening, to enrage you, | |
| Young rascal! Ah! Ill brave you all, and show you | |
| That Im the master, and must be obeyed. | 70 |
| Now, down upon your knees this instant, rogue, | |
| And take back what you said, and ask his pardon. | |
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Damis Who? I? Ask pardon of that cheating scoundrel
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Orgon Do you resist, you beggar, and insult him? | |
| A cudgel, here! a cudgel! | 75 |
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(To TARTUFFE) Dont restrain me. | |
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(To his son) Off with you! Leave my house this instant, sirrah, | |
| And never dare set foot in it again. | |
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Damis Yes, I will leave your house, but
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Orgon Leave it quickly. | 80 |
| You reprobate, I disinherit you, | |
| And give you, too, my curse into the bargain. | |
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