Tartuffe by Molière
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Yes, very true. But let us come to business.
They say my husband means to break his word. And marry Mariane to you. Is't so? TARTUFFE He did hint some such thing; but truly, madam, That's not the happiness I'm yearning after; I see elsewhere the sweet compelling charms Of such a joy as fills my every wish. ELMIRE You mean you cannot love terrestrial things. TARTUFFE The heart within my bosom is not stone. ELMIRE I well believe your sighs all tend to Heaven, And nothing here below can stay your thoughts. TARTUFFE Love for the beauty of eternal things Cannot destroy our love for earthly beauty; Our mortal senses well may be entranced By perfect works that Heaven has fashioned here. Its charms reflected shine in such as you, And in yourself, its rarest miracles; It has displayed such marvels in your face, That eyes are dazed, and hearts are rapt away; I could not look on you, the perfect creature, |
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