ORGON Come, please, let's have no to-do. Get out of my home without more ado. TARTUFFE My intent . . . ORGON This is no time for sly repartee; You must leave my house immediately. TARTUFFE You must leave, you who speak as the master: The house is mine, and you'd better learn fast or I shall show you that it's senseless to pick A fight with me using this cowardly trick, That it will get you nowhere to insult me, And that I will punish your falsity, Avenge God's wounds, and make you grieve For talking here about forcing me to leave. |
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