MARIANE My dear girl! DORINE No. MARIANE If I declared my love . . . DORINE No. Tartuffe is your man; that's sure enough. MARIANE. You know that I've always trusted that you'd Help me . . . DORINE No. I'm sure you will be tartuffed. MARIANE All right! Since my fate no longer moves you, Henceforth you may leave me alone and blue; From deep sorrow my heart will draw relief, And I know an absolute cure for my grief. [She starts to leave.] DORINE Whoa! I'm not really angry. Come back,--do. In spite of everything, I pity you. MARIANE If I'm to be the one you crucify, You'll see, Dorine, how quickly I shall die. DORINE Don't torture yourself. We can easily Block them. . . . But look! I think that's Valere I see. |
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