“If the office of comedy is to correct the vices of men, I know not why any should have a special privilege of exemption. This one [hypocrisy] has consequences far more dangerous to the State than all the others. … ’Tis a mighty stroke at any vice to make it the laughingstock of everybody; for men will easily suffer reproof; but they can by no means endure mockery. They will consent to be wicked, but not to be ridiculous.”
Dramatis Personae
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Madame Pernelle, mother of Orgon
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Orgon, husband of Elmire
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Elmire, wife of Orgon
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Damis, son of Orgon
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Mariane, daughter of Orgon, in love with Valère
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Valère, in love with Mariane
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Cléante, brother-in-law of Orgon
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Tartuffe, a hypocrite
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Dorine, Mariane’s maid
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Mr. Loyal, a bailiff
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A Police Officer
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Flipotte, Madame Pernelle’s servant
The Scene is at Paris
Tartuffe
Or,
The Hypocrite
Act I
Scene I
Madame Pernelle and Flipotte, her servant; Elmire, Mariane, Cléante, Damis, Dorine. | |
Madame Pernelle |
Come, come, Flipotte, and let me get away. |
Elmire |
You hurry so, I hardly can attend you. |
Madame Pernelle |
Then don’t, my daughter-in law. Stay where you are. |
Elmire |
We’re only paying what is due you, mother. |
Madame Pernelle |
Because I can’t endure your carryings-on, |
Dorine |
If … |
Madame Pernelle |
You’re a servant wench, my girl, and much |
Damis |
But … |
Madame Pernelle |
You’re a fool, my boy—f, o, o, l |
Mariane |
I think … |
Madame Pernelle |
O dearie me, his little sister! |
Elmire |
But, mother … |
Madame Pernelle |
Daughter, by your leave, your conduct |
Cléante |
But, madam, after all … |
Madame Pernelle |
Sir, as for you, |
Damis |
Mr. Tartuffe, your friend, is mighty lucky … |
Madame Pernelle |
He is a holy man, and must be heeded; |
Damis |
What! Shall I let a bigot criticaster |
Dorine |
If we must hark to him, and heed his maxims, |
Madame Pernelle |
And all he censures is well censured, too. |
Damis |
No, madam, look you, nothing—not my father |
Dorine |
Besides, ’tis downright scandalous to see |
Madame Pernelle |
Eh! Mercy sakes alive! Things would go better |
Dorine |
He passes for a saint in your opinion. |
Madame Pernelle |
Just listen to her tongue! |
Dorine |
I wouldn’t trust him, |
Madame Pernelle |
I don’t know what the servant’s character |
Dorine |
Of course. But why, especially of late, Pointing to Elmire. Upon my word, he’s jealous of our mistress. |
Madame Pernelle |
You hold your tongue, and think what you are saying. |
Cléante |
Eh! madam, can you hope to keep folk’s tongues |