TARTUFFE (cont.) With me your honor will never be damaged; No disgrace can attend an affair I have managed. All these gallants at court, for whom wives act absurd, Are reckless in their deeds and rash in their words. They endlessly brag about every success. Each favor they receive, they quickly confess, And their wagging tongues, on which you rely, Dishonor the shrine before which they lie. But men like me burn with a discreet fever, And we keep your sweet secrets safe forever. The concern we have for our good reputation Will also preserve you in your own station; In us you will find, if you wish it, my dear, Love without scandal, pleasure without fear. ELMIRE I have heard your words, and your rhetoric Leaves your point clear--though you lay it on thick. Aren't you afraid that I could be in the mood To tell my husband of your solicitude, And that a sudden knowledge of that sort Might set back your hopes of his lasting support? TARTUFFE I know that you are only too gracious And that you will forgive my audacious Deeds since they spring from a human failing In that passionate love that you are bewailing, And that you will reflect when you view things afresh That I am not blind, and a man's only flesh. |
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