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way to hate? Orgon. Yes, your twaddle has made me quite high-strung, And I now insist that you hold your tongue. Dorine. All right. But I'll think in silence nonetheless. Orgon. Think if you wish to, but strive for success At shutting your mouth . . . or beware. [Turning to his daughter] Let's see, I have weighed everything quite maturely. Dorine [aside]. I hate this silence. [She falls quiet every time Orgon turns toward her.] Orgon. Without being smug, I'll Say Tartuffe's face . . . Dorine. Yes, he has a fine muzzle! Orgon. Is so fine that even if you forgot His other traits . . . Dorine [aside]. And they're a sorry lot! [Orgon turns toward Dorine and, with his arms folded, listens while staring in her face.] If I were in her place, most assuredly No man would wed me with impunity, And I'd prove to him right after the wedding That a wife's vengeance lies in the bedding! Orgon [to Dorine]. So you refuse to obey me, is that true? Dorine. What's your beef, sir? I'm not speaking to you. Orgon. Then what are you doing? Dorine. Soliloquizing. Orgon. Very well. [aside] To give her a good chastising, I think she needs a taste of the back of my hand. [He prepares to slap her, but each time Dorine sees him looking at her, she stands silent and erect.] Child, you should approve of all I have planned . . . And have faith in the spouse . . . who's my designee. [To Dorine.] Speak to yourself! Dorine. I've nothing to say to me. Orgon. Just one little word. Dorine. I'm not in the mood. Orgon. Because I was ready! Dorine. What ineptitude! Orgon. Now, daughter, let's see some obedience. Accept my choice with complete deference. Dorine [running away]. I'd thumb my nose at such a silly spouse. [Orgon tries to slap Dorine and misses.] Orgon. Daughter, your maid is a pest and would arouse Vice in a saint--she's an absolute shrew! I'm so upset that I can't continue. Her taunts have nearly driven me to swear, And I need to calm down in the open air. SCENE III Dorine, Mariane Dorine. Have you entirely lost your voice and heart? Why must I continue p
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