Tartuffe by Molière
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page 55 of 130 (42%)
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So be it, then.
VALERE (He goes toward the door, but just as he reaches it, turns around) Eh? MARIANE What? VALERE You didn't call me? MARIANE I? You are dreaming. VALERE Very well, I'm gone. Madam, farewell. (He walks slowly away.) MARIANE Farewell, sir. DORINE I must say You've lost your senses and both gone clean daft! I've let you fight it out to the end o' the chapter To see how far the thing could go. Oho, there, Mister Valere! |
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