Tartuffe by Molière
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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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