Chapter 6

Orgon, Mariane

Orgon. Mariane. Mariane. Yes. Orgon. Come here. We need to speak Privately. Mariane. Father, what is it you seek? Orgon [looking in the closet]. I'm seeing if anyone can overhear us. This is a perfect place for such a purpose. There now, it's okay. Mariane, I find You endowed with a heart that's sweet and kind And you have always been most dear to me. Mariane. A father's love brings true felicity. Orgon. Well said, my child! And to earn it fully You should devote yourself to contenting me. Mariane. That's how my devotion is put to the proof. Orgon. Good. Now what do you think of our guest, Tartuffe? Mariane. Who me? Orgon. You. Think well before you reply. Mariane. Oh my! Tell me what to say . . . and I'll comply.

[Dorine enters quietly and hides herself behind Orgon without being seen.]

Orgon. That's sensibly spoken. Now tell me, girl, That his merit shines like a gleaming pearl, That he warms your heart, and that you would rejoice To have him be your husband by my choice. Eh?

[Mariane recoils in dismay.]

Mariane. Eh? Orgon. What's that? Mariane. Please? Orgon. What? Mariane. Am I in error? Orgon. Why? Mariane. Whom do you wish that I should now swear Touches my heart--and who would rejoice me If we joined, by your choice, in matrimony? Orgon. Tartuffe. Mariane. Out of the question, father, I assure You! Why urge on me such an imposture? Orgon. But, my dear, I wish it to be true, And it should be enough that I've chosen for you. Mariane. What? Father, would you . . .? Orgon. Yes, I intend, you see To unite in marriage Tartuffe and my family. He will be your husband. I do declare it! Since you have promised . . .