Tartuffe; Or, The Hypocrite

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G. P. Putnam, 1908 - 123 pages
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This is a wonderful play, very witty in the Comedy of Manners way. Moliere is wonderful!



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Page 126 - Baltimore News. Yzdra A Tragedy In Three Acts By Louis V. Ledoux Crown 8vo, Cloth. $1.25 net " There are both grace and strength in this drama and it also possesses the movement and spirit needed for presentation upon the stage. Some of the figures used are striking and beautiful, quite free from excess, and sometimes almost austere in their restraint. The characters are clearly individualized and a just balance is preserved in the action."— The Outlook, New York.
Page 45 - 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 Come, 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 not know how ardently I love him? DORINE How do I know if heart and words agree,...
Page 13 - You're all demureness, butter wouldn't melt In your mouth, one would think to look at you. Still waters, though, they say . . . you know the proverb; And I don't like your doings on the sly. ELMIRE But, mother . . . MADAME PERNELLE Daughter, by your leave, your conduct In everything is altogether wrong; You ought to set a good example for 'em; Their dear departed mother did much better. You are extravagant; and it offends me, To see you always decked out like a princess. A woman who would please...
Page 25 - To watch the fervour of his prayers to heaven; With deep-drawn sighs and great ejaculations, He humbly kissed the earth at every moment; And when I left the church, he ran before me To give me holy water at the door. I learned his poverty, and who he was, By questioning his servant, who is like him, And gave him gifts; but in his modesty He always wanted to return a part. "It is too much," he'd say, "too much by half; I am not worthy of your pity.
Page 78 - ORGON (throwing himself on his knees too, and embracing Tartuffe) Alas! How can you? (To his son) Villain! Behold his goodness! DAMIS So... ORGON Be still. DAMIS What! I... ORGON Be still, I say. I know your motives For this attack. You hate him, all of you; Wife, children, servants, all let loose upon him, You have recourse to every shameful trick To drive this godly man out of my house; The more you strive to rid yourselves of him, The more...
Page 53 - Alas! You're free to think so, if you please. VALERE Yes, yes, I'm free to think so; and my outraged love May yet forestall you in your perfidy, And offer elsewhere both my heart and hand. MARIANE No doubt of it; the love your high deserts May win . . . VALERE Good Lord, have done with my deserts! I know I have but few, and you have proved it. But I may find more kindness in another; I know of...
Page 95 - I've made bold to speak - pray tell me. Should I have tried to keep Damis from speaking, Should I have heard the offer of your heart So quietly, and suffered all your pleading, And taken it just as I did - remember If such a declaration had not pleased me, And, when I tried my utmost to persuade you Not to accept the marriage that was talked of, What should my earnestness have hinted to you If not the interest that you've inspired, And my chagrin, should such a match compel me To share a heart I...
Page 101 - I'll have you know, And show you plainly it's no use to turn To these low tricks, to pick a quarrel with me, And that you can't insult me at your pleasure...
Page 72 - I've heard you through — your speech is clear, at least. But don't you fear that I may take a fancy To tell my husband of your gallant passion, And that a prompt report of this affair May somewhat change the friendship which he bears you? TARTUFFE I know that you're too good and generous, That you will pardon my temerity, Excuse, upon the score of human frailty, The violence of passion that offends you, And not forget, when you consult your mirror, That I'm not blind, and man is made of flesh.
Page 72 - But men like me are so discreet in love, That you may trust their lasting secrecy. The care we take to guard our own good name May fully guarantee the one we love; So you may find, with hearts like ours sincere, Love without scandal, pleasure without fear. ELMIRE I've heard you through — your speech is clear, at least.

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