ORGON And Tartuffe? DORINE He alone ate with all his might, And devoutly devoured a pair of pheasants And a leg of lamb in our lady's presence. ORGON Poor fellow! DORINE The whole night passed before she Could even close her eyes to fall asleep; Shivers and chills beset her in bed, And right up till dawn we watched her with dread. ORGON And Tartuffe? DORINE Drowsy from all that he'd consumed, He left the table, went straight to his room, And fell quickly into his nice, warm sack Where he slept all night flat on his back. ORGON Poor fellow. DORINE At last your wife began heeding Our good advice that she needed bleeding, And she began to recover soon thereafter. |
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