ORGON Good. Now what do you think of our guest, Tartuffe? MARIANE Who me? ORGON You. Think well before you reply. MARIANE Oh my! Tell me what to say . . . and I'll comply. [DORINE enters quietly and hides herself behind ORGON without being seen.] ORGON That's sensibly spoken. Now tell me, girl, That his merit shines like a gleaming pearl, That he warms your heart, and that you would rejoice To have him be your husband by my choice. Eh? [MARIANE recoils in dismay.] MARIANE Eh? ORGON What's that? |
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