Tartuffe by Molière
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DORINE
To serve you right, this marriage must go through. MARIANE Dear girl! DORINE No. MARIANE If I say I love Valere . . . DORINE No, no. Tartuffe's your man, and you shall taste him. MARIANE You know I've always trusted you; now help me . . . DORINE No, you shall be, my faith! Tartuffified. MARIANE Well, then, since you've no pity for my fate Let me take counsel only of despair; It will advise and help and give me courage; There's one sure cure, I know, for all my troubles. (She starts to go.) DORINE |
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