ORGON, CLEANTE, DORINE
Ah! Good morning, brother.
I was just going, but am glad to greet you.
Things are not far advanced yet, in the country?
Dorine . . .
Just wait a bit, please, brother-in-law.
Let me allay my first anxiety
By asking news about the family.
Has everything gone well these last two days?
What’s happening? And how is everybody?
Madam had fever, and a splitting headache
Day before yesterday, all day and evening.
And how about Tartuffe?
Tartuffe? He’s well;
He’s mighty well; stout, fat, fair, rosy-lipped.
At evening she had nausea
And could’t touch a single thing for supper,
Her headache still was so severe.
He supped alone, before her,
And unctuously ate up two partridges,
As well as half a leg o’ mutton, deviled.
All night she couldn’t get a wink
Of sleep, the fever racked her so; and we
Had to sit up with her till daylight.
Gently inclined to slumber,
He left the table, went into his room,
Got himself straight into a good warm bed,
And slept quite undisturbed until next morning.
At last she let us all persuade her,
And got up courage to be bled; and then
She was relieved at once.
And how about
He plucked up courage properly,
Bravely entrenched his soul against all evils,
And to replace the blood that she had lost,
He drank at breakfast four huge draughts of wine.
So now they both are doing well;
And I’ll go straightway and inform my mistress
How pleased you are at her recovery.