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Tartuffe by Molière
page 89 of 130 (68%)
Recall me to my closet; you'll forgive me
For leaving you so soon.

CLEANTE (alone)
Ah!



SCENE II
ELMIRE, MARIANE, CLEANTE, DORINE


DORINE (to Cleante)
Sir, we beg you
To help us all you can in her behalf;
She's suffering almost more than heart can bear;
This match her father means to make to-night
Drives her each moment to despair. He's coming.
Let us unite our efforts now, we beg you,
And try by strength or skill to change his purpose.



SCENE III
ORGON, ELMIRE, MARIANE, CLEANTE, DORINE


ORGON
So ho! I'm glad to find you all together.

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