Tartuffe

Orgon, Cleante, Mariane, Elmire, Madame Pernelle, Dorine, Damis

Orgon. There! You now see, mother, that I was right, And you can judge of the rest by this writ. Do you admit at last that he can lie? Madame Pernelle. It's as if a bolt has struck from the sky. Dorine [to Orgon]. You're wrong to complain, and wrong to blame him. These things show the grand plans of your seraphim. His neighborly love finds consummation In proving that wealth causes degradation, And from pure charity he wants to remove Every obstacle between you and God's love. Orgon. Shut up. . . . I'm always saying that to you. Cleante [to Orgon]. Let us consider what we ought to do. Elmire. We must expose this man's insolent acts. His deeds invalidate all the contracts. And his disloyalty will seem too plain If he tries to use them for personal gain.