Act IIIScene II
Tartuffe, Dorine
Tartuffe
Speaking to his valet, off the stage, as soon as he sees Dorine is there
Lawrence, put up my hair-cloth shirt and scourge,And pray that Heaven may shed its light upon you.If any come to see me, say I’m goneTo share my alms among the prisoners.
Dorine
Aside
What affectation and what showing off!
Tartuffe
What do you want with me?
Dorine
To tell you ...
Tartuffe
Taking a handkerchief from his pocket
Ah!Before you speak, pray take this handkerchief.
Dorine
What?
Tartuffe
Cover up that bosom, which I can’tEndure to look on. Things like that offendOur souls, and fill our minds with sinful thoughts.
Dorine
Are you so tender to temptation, then,And has the flesh such power upon your senses?I don’t know how you get in such a heat;For my part, I am not so prone to lust,And I could see you stripped from head to foot,And all your hide not tempt me in the least.
Tartuffe
Show in your speech some little modesty,Or I must instantly take leave of you.
Dorine
No, no, I’ll leave you to yourself; I’ve onlyOne thing to say: Madam will soon be down,And begs the favour of a word with you.
Tartuffe
Ah! Willingly.
Dorine
Aside
How gentle all at once!My faith, I still believe I’ve hit upon it.
Tartuffe
Will she come soon?
Dorine
I think I hear her now.Yes, here she is herself; I’ll leave you with her.