Jean Baptiste Poquelin Molière (16221673). Tartuffe. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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Act V |
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DAMIS, ORGON, CLÉANTE
Damis What! father, can the scoundrel threaten you, | |
Forget the many benefits received, | |
And in his base abominable pride | |
Make of your very favours arms against you? | |
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Orgon Too true, my son. It tortures me to think ont. | 5 |
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Damis Let me alone, Ill chop his ears off for him. | |
We must deal roundly with his insolence; | |
Tis I must free you from him at a blow; | |
Tis I, to set things right, must strike him down. | |
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Cléante Spoke like a true young man. Now just calm down, | 10 |
And moderate your towering tantrums, will you? | |
We live in such an age, with such a king, | |
That violence can not advance our cause. | |
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