And that is riches quite beyond compare.
  This match will bring you every joy you long for;
  'Twill be all steeped in sweetness and delight.
  You'll live together, in your faithful loves,
  Like two sweet children, like two turtle-doves;
  You'll never fail to quarrel, scold, or tease,
  And you may do with him whate'er you please.

  DORINE
  With him? Do naught but give him horns, I'll warrant.

  ORGON
  Out on thee, wench!

  DORINE
  I tell you he's cut out for't;
  However great your daughter's virtue, sir,
  His destiny is sure to prove the stronger.

  ORGON
  Have done with interrupting. Hold your tongue.
  Don't poke your nose in other people's business.

  DORINE (She keeps interrupting him, just as he turns and starts
  to speak to his daughter).
  If I make bold, sir, 'tis for your own good.

  ORGON
  You're too officious; pray you, hold your tongue.

  DORINE
  'Tis love of you …

  ORGON
  I want none of your love.

  DORINE
  Then I will love you in your own despite.

  ORGON
  You will, eh?

  DORINE
  Yes, your honour's dear to me;
  I can't endure to see you made the butt
  Of all men's ridicule.

  ORGON
  Won't you be still?

  DORINE
  'Twould be a sin to let you make this match.

  ORGON
  Won't you be still, I say, you impudent viper!

  DORINE
  What! you are pious, and you lose your temper?

  ORGON
  I'm all wrought up, with your confounded nonsense;
  Now, once for all, I tell you hold your tongue.

  DORINE
  Then mum's the word; I'll take it out in thinking.

  ORGON
  Think all you please; but not a syllable
  To me about it, or … you understand!

  (Turning to his daughter.)
  As a wise father, I've considered all
  With due deliberation.

  DORINE
  I'll go mad
  If I can't speak.
  (She stops the instant he turns his head.)

  ORGON
  Though he's no lady's man,
  Tartuffe is well enough …

  DORINE
  A pretty phiz!

  ORGON
  So that, although you may not care at all
  For his best qualities …

  DORINE
  A handsome dowry!

  (Orgon turns and stands in front of her, with arms folded, eyeing
  her.)
  Were I in her place, any man should rue it
  Who married me by force, that's mighty certain;
  I'd let him know, and that within a week,
  A woman's vengeance isn't far to seek.

  ORGON (to Dorine)
  So—nothing that I say has any weight?

  DORINE
  Eh? What's wrong now? I didn't speak to you.

  ORGON
  What were you doing?

  DORINE
  Talking to myself.

  ORGON
  Oh! Very well. (Aside.) Her monstrous impudence
  Must be chastised with one good slap in the face.

  (He stands ready to strike her, and, each time he speaks to his
  daughter, he glances toward her; but she stands still and says not a
  word.) [3]

[Footnote 3: As given at the Comedie francaise, the action is as follows: While Orgon says, "You must approve of my design," Dorine is making signs to Mariane to resist his orders; Orgon turns around suddenly; but Dorine quickly changes her gesture and with the hand which she had lifted calmly arranges her hair and her cap. Orgon goes on, "Think of the husband …" and stops before the middle of his sentence to turn and catch the beginning of Dorine's gesture; but he is too quick this time, and Dorine stands looking at his furious countenance with a sweet and gentle expression. He turns and goes on, and the obstinate Dorine again lifts her hand behind his shoulder to urge Mariane to resistance: this time he catches her; but just as he swings his shoulder to give her the promised blow, she stops him by changing the intent of her gesture, and carefully picking from the top of his sleeve a bit of fluff which she holds carefully between her fingers, then blows into the air, and watches intently as it floats away. Orgon is paralysed by her innocence of expression, and compelled to hide his rage.—Regnier, Le Tartuffe des Comediens.]

  ORGON
  Daughter, you must approve of my design….
  Think of this husband … I have chosen for you…

  (To Dorine)
  Why don't you talk to yourself?

  DORINE
  Nothing to say.

  ORGON
  One little word more.

  DORINE
  Oh, no, thanks. Not now.

  ORGON
  Sure, I'd have caught you.

  DORINE
  Faith, I'm no such fool.

  ORGON
  So, daughter, now obedience is the word;
  You must accept my choice with reverence.

  DORINE (running away)
  You'd never catch me marrying such a creature.

  ORGON (swinging his hand at her and missing her)
  Daughter, you've such a pestilent hussy there
  I can't live with her longer, without sin.
  I can't discuss things in the state I'm in.
  My mind's so flustered by her insolent talk,
  To calm myself, I must go take a walk.

SCENE III

MARIANE, DORINE

  DORINE
  Say, have you lost the tongue from out your head?
  And must I speak your role from A to Zed?
  You let them broach a project that's absurd,
  And don't oppose it with a single word!

  MARIANE
  What can I do? My father is the master.

  DORINE
  Do? Everything, to ward off such disaster.

  MARIANE
  But what?

  DORINE
  Tell him one doesn't love by proxy;
  Tell him you'll marry for yourself, not him;
  Since you're the one for whom the thing is done,
  You are the one, not he, the man must please;
  If his Tartuffe has charmed him so, why let him
  Just marry him himself—no one will hinder.

  MARIANE
  A father's rights are such, it seems to me,
  That I could never dare to say a word.

  DORINE
  Came, talk it out. Valere has asked your hand:
  Now do you love him, pray, or do you not?

  MARIANE
  Dorine! How can you wrong my love so much,
  And ask me such a question? Have I not
  A hundred times laid bare my heart to you?
  Do you know how ardently I love him?

  DORINE
  How do I know if heart and words agree,
  And if in honest truth you really love him?

  MARIANE
  Dorine, you wrong me