(Turning to his daughter.)
As a wise father, I've considered all
With due deliberation.

DORINE
I'll go mad
If I can't speak.
(She stops the instant he turns his head.)

ORGON
Though he's no lady's man,
Tartuffe is well enough . . .

DORINE
A pretty phiz!

ORGON
So that, although you may not care at all
For his best qualities . . .

DORINE
A handsome dowry!

(Orgon turns and stands in front of her, with arms folded, eyeing
her.)
Were I in her place, any man should rue it
Who married me by force, that's mighty certain;
I'd let him know, and that within a week,
A woman's vengeance isn't far to seek.