Tartuffe

Orgon, Damis, Tartuffe, Elmire

Damis. Father, it may surprise . . . and amuse you greatly . . . To hear the news of what's gone on lately. You're being well paid for all your caresses By your friend's response to those tendernesses. His great love for you has shown its hold Through his eagerness to make you a cuckold. And I heard him here confess to your bride A love that has made him heart-sick and dove-eyed. At all costs she wants to remain discreet And preserve his secret--because she's sweet-- But I cannot bear the man's impudence And think that my silence would cause you offense. Elmire. Yes, I would never disturb my husband's rest By reporting the words of silly pest. My honor does not depend on such a thing Since I'm well able to resist flattering. You wouldn't have spoken out against my view If I had any power over you.