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CLÉANTE, TARTUFFE
Cléante Yes, its become the talk of all the town, | |
| And make a stir thats scarcely to your credit; | |
| And I have met you, sir, most opportunely, | |
| To tell you in a word my frank opinion. | |
| Not to sift out this scandal to the bottom, | 5 |
| Suppose the worst for ussuppose Damis | |
| Acted the traitor, and accused you falsely; | |
| Should not a Christian pardon this offence, | |
| And stifle in his heart all wish for vengeance? | |
| Should you permit that, for your petty quarrel, | 10 |
| A son be driven from his fathers house? | |
| I tell you yet again, and tell you frankly, | |
| Everyone, high or low, is scandalised; | |
| If youll take my advice, youll make it up, | |
| And not push matters to extremities. | 15 |
| Make sacrifice to God of your resentment; | |
| Restore the son to favour with his father. | |
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Tartuffe Alas! So far as Im concerned, how gladly | |
| Would I do so! I bear him no ill will; | |
| I pardon all, lay nothing to his charge, | 20 |
| And wish with all my heart that I might serve him; | |
| But Heavens interests cannot allow it; | |
| If he returns, then I must leave the house. | |
| After his conduct, quite unparalleled, | |
| All intercourse between us would bring scandal; | 25 |
| God knows what everyones first thought would be! | |
| They would attribute it to merest scheming | |
| On my partsay that conscious of my guilt | |
| I feigned a Christian love for my accuser, | |
| But feared him in my heart, and hoped to win him | 30 |
| And underhandedly secure his silence. | |
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Cléante You try to put us off with specious phrases; | |
| But all your arguments are too far-fetched. | |
| Why take upon yourself the cause of Heaven? | |
| Does Heaven need our help to punish sinners? | 35 |
| Leave to itself the care of its own vengeance, | |
| And keep in mind the pardon it commands us; | |
| Besides, think somewhat less of mens opinions, | |
| When you are following the will of Heaven. | |
| Shall petty fear of what the world may think | 40 |
| Prevent the doing of a noble deed? | |
| No!let us always do as Heaven commands, | |
| And not perplex our brains with further questions. | |
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Tartuffe Already I have told you I forgive him; | |
| And that is doing, sir, as Heaven commands. | 45 |
| But after this days scandal and affront | |
| Heaven does not order me to live with him. | |
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Cléante And does it order you to lend your ear | |
| To what mere whim suggested to his father, | |
| And to accept gift of his estates, | 50 |
| On which, in justice, you can make no claim? | |
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Tartuffe No one who knows me, sir, can have the thought | |
| That I am acting from a selfish motive. | |
| The goods of this world have no charms for me; | |
| I am not dazzled by their treacherous glamour; | 55 |
| And if I bring myself to take the gift | |
| Which he insists on giving me, I do so, | |
| To tell the truth, only because I fear | |
| This whole estate may fall into bad hands, | |
| And those to whom it comes may use it ill | 60 |
| And not employ it, as is my design, | |
| For Heavens glory and my neighbours good. | |
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Cléante Eh, sir, give up these conscientious scruples | |
| That well may cause a rightful heirs complaints. | |
| Dont take so much upon yourself, but let him | 65 |
| Possess whats his, at his own risk and peril; | |
| Consider, it were better he misused it, | |
| Than you should be accused of robbing him. | |
| I am astounded the unblushingly | |
| You could allow such offers to be made! | 70 |
| Tell mehas true religion any maxim | |
| That teaches us to rob the lawful heir? | |
| If Heaven has made it quite impossible | |
| Damis and you should live together here, | |
| Were it not better you should quietly | 75 |
| And honourably withdraw, than let the son | |
| Be driven out for your sake, dead against | |
| All reason? T would be giving, sir, believe me, | |
| Such an example of your probity
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Tartuffe Sir, it is half-past three; certain devotions | 80 |
| Recall me to my closet; youll forgive me | |
| For leaving you so soon. | |
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Cléante (alone) Ah! | |
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