ACT III SCENE I (DAMIS, DORINE) DAMIS May a bolt of lightning now strike me dumb, May everybody treat me like a bum If either respect or force can hinder me From blowing my top at this calamity! DORINE For heaven's sake, control your displeasure. Your father has merely mentioned this measure. No one does everything he proposes. How something opens may not be how it closes. DAMIS I need to stop this vulgar coxcomb's plot And in two little words tell him what's what. DORINE Whoa now! Why don't you let your stepmother Manage him just as she does your father. Over Tartuffe she has her own little ways Of making him welcome all that she says, And perhaps she makes his heart go pitter-patter. Pray God it's true! That would be a fine matter. |
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