{"id":40,"date":"2020-05-12T17:11:42","date_gmt":"2020-05-12T21:11:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/tartuffe\/?post_type=chapter&p=40"},"modified":"2020-05-12T17:11:42","modified_gmt":"2020-05-12T21:11:42","slug":"scene-iv-2","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/tartuffe\/chapter\/scene-iv-2\/","title":{"raw":"Scene IV","rendered":"Scene IV"},"content":{"raw":"

ORGON, CLEANTE<\/span><\/p>\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nBrother, she ridicules you to your face;<\/span>\r\nAnd I, though I don't want to make you angry,<\/span>\r\nMust tell you candidly that she's quite right.<\/span>\r\nWas such infatuation ever heard of?<\/span>\r\nAnd can a man to-day have charms to make you<\/span>\r\nForget all else, relieve his poverty,<\/span>\r\nGive him a home, and then . . .\u00a0?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nStop there, good brother,<\/span>\r\nYou do not know the man you're speaking of.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nSince you will have it so, I do not know him;<\/span>\r\nBut after all, to tell what sort of man<\/span>\r\nHe is . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nDear brother, you'd be charmed to know him;<\/span>\r\nYour raptures over him would have no end.<\/span>\r\nHe is a man . . . who . . . ah! . . . in fact . . .a man<\/span>\r\nWhoever does his will, knows perfect peace,<\/span>\r\nAnd counts the whole world else, as so much dung.<\/span>\r\nHis converse has transformed me quite; he weans<\/span>\r\nMy heart from every friendship, teaches me<\/span>\r\nTo have no love for anything on earth;<\/span>\r\nAnd I could see my brother, children, mother,<\/span>\r\nAnd wife, all die, and never care\u2014a snap.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nYour feelings are humane, I must say, brother!<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nAh! If you'd seen him, as I saw him first,<\/span>\r\nYou would have loved him just as much as I.<\/span>\r\nHe came to church each day, with contrite mien,<\/span>\r\nKneeled, on both knees, right opposite my place,<\/span>\r\nAnd drew the eyes of all the congregation,<\/span>\r\nTo watch the fervour of his prayers to heaven;<\/span>\r\nWith deep-drawn sighs and great ejaculations,<\/span>\r\nHe humbly kissed the earth at every moment;<\/span>\r\nAnd when I left the church, he ran before me<\/span>\r\nTo give me holy water at the door.<\/span>\r\nI learned his poverty, and who he was,<\/span>\r\nBy questioning his servant, who is like him,<\/span>\r\nAnd gave him gifts; but in his modesty<\/span>\r\nHe always wanted to return a part.<\/span>\r\n\"It is too much,\" he'd say, \"too much by half;<\/span>\r\nI am not worthy of your pity.\" Then,<\/span>\r\nWhen I refused to take it back, he'd go,<\/span>\r\nBefore my eyes, and give it to the poor.<\/span>\r\nAt length heaven bade me take him to my home,<\/span>\r\nAnd since that day, all seems to prosper here.<\/span>\r\nHe censures everything, and for my sake<\/span>\r\nHe even takes great interest in my wife;<\/span>\r\nHe lets me know who ogles her, and seems<\/span>\r\nSix times as jealous as I am myself.<\/span>\r\nYou'd not believe how far his zeal can go:<\/span>\r\nHe calls himself a sinner just for trifles;<\/span>\r\nThe merest nothing is enough to shock him;<\/span>\r\nSo much so, that the other day I heard him<\/span>\r\nAccuse himself for having, while at prayer,<\/span>\r\nIn too much anger caught and killed a flea.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nZounds, brother, you are mad, I think! Or else<\/span>\r\nYou're making sport of me, with such a speech.<\/span>\r\nWhat are you driving at with all this nonsense . . .\u00a0?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nBrother, your language smacks of atheism;<\/span>\r\nAnd I suspect your soul's a little tainted<\/span>\r\nTherewith. I've preached to you a score of times<\/span>\r\nThat you'll draw down some judgment on your head.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nThat is the usual strain of all your kind;<\/span>\r\nThey must have every one as blind as they.<\/span>\r\nThey call you atheist if you have good eyes;<\/span>\r\nAnd if you don't adore their vain grimaces,<\/span>\r\nYou've neither faith nor care for sacred things.<\/span>\r\nNo, no; such talk can't frighten me; I know<\/span>\r\nWhat I am saying; heaven sees my heart.<\/span>\r\nWe're not the dupes of all your canting mummers;<\/span>\r\nThere are false heroes\u2014and false devotees;<\/span>\r\nAnd as true heroes never are the ones<\/span>\r\nWho make much noise about their deeds of honour,<\/span>\r\nJust so true devotees, whom we should follow,<\/span>\r\nAre not the ones who make so much vain show.<\/span>\r\nWhat! Will you find no difference between<\/span>\r\nHypocrisy and genuine devoutness?<\/span>\r\nAnd will you treat them both alike, and pay<\/span>\r\nThe self-same honour both to masks and faces<\/span>\r\nSet artifice beside sincerity,<\/span>\r\nConfuse the semblance with reality,<\/span>\r\nEsteem a phantom like a living person,<\/span>\r\nAnd counterfeit as good as honest coin?<\/span>\r\nMen, for the most part, are strange creatures, truly!<\/span>\r\nYou never find them keep the golden mean;<\/span>\r\nThe limits of good sense, too narrow for them,<\/span>\r\nMust always be passed by, in each direction;<\/span>\r\nThey often spoil the noblest things, because<\/span>\r\nThey go too far, and push them to extremes.<\/span>\r\nI merely say this by the way, good brother.<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nYou are the sole expounder of the doctrine;<\/span>\r\nWisdom shall die with you, no doubt, good brother,<\/span>\r\nYou are the only wise, the sole enlightened,<\/span>\r\nThe oracle, the Cato, of our age.<\/span>\r\nAll men, compared to you, are downright fools.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nI'm not the sole expounder of the doctrine,<\/span>\r\nAnd wisdom shall not die with me, good brother.<\/span>\r\nBut this I know, though it be all my knowledge,<\/span>\r\nThat there's a difference 'twixt false and true.<\/span>\r\nAnd as I find no kind of hero more<\/span>\r\nTo be admired than men of true religion,<\/span>\r\nNothing more noble or more beautiful<\/span>\r\nThan is the holy zeal of true devoutness;<\/span>\r\nJust so I think there's naught more odious<\/span>\r\nThan whited sepulchres of outward unction,<\/span>\r\nThose barefaced charlatans, those hireling zealots,<\/span>\r\nWhose sacrilegious, treacherous pretence<\/span>\r\nDeceives at will, and with impunity<\/span>\r\nMakes mockery of all that men hold sacred;<\/span>\r\nMen who, enslaved to selfish interests,<\/span>\r\nMake trade and merchandise of godliness,<\/span>\r\nAnd try to purchase influence and office<\/span>\r\nWith false eye-rollings and affected raptures;<\/span>\r\nThose men, I say, who with uncommon zeal<\/span>\r\nSeek their own fortunes on the road to heaven;<\/span>\r\nWho, skilled in prayer, have always much to ask,<\/span>\r\nAnd live at court to preach retirement;<\/span>\r\nWho reconcile religion with their vices,<\/span>\r\nAre quick to anger, vengeful, faithless, tricky,<\/span>\r\nAnd, to destroy a man, will have the boldness<\/span>\r\nTo call their private grudge the cause of heaven;<\/span>\r\nAll the more dangerous, since in their anger<\/span>\r\nThey use against us weapons men revere,<\/span>\r\nAnd since they make the world applaud their passion,<\/span>\r\nAnd seek to stab us with a sacred sword.<\/span>\r\nThere are too many of this canting kind.<\/span>\r\nStill, the sincere are easy to distinguish;<\/span>\r\nAnd many splendid patterns may be found,<\/span>\r\nIn our own time, before our very eyes<\/span>\r\nLook at Ariston, Periandre, Oronte,<\/span>\r\nAlcidamas, Clitandre, and Polydore;<\/span>\r\nNo one denies their claim to true religion;<\/span>\r\nYet they're no braggadocios of virtue,<\/span>\r\nThey do not make insufferable display,<\/span>\r\nAnd their religion's human, tractable;<\/span>\r\nThey are not always judging all our actions,<\/span>\r\nThey'd think such judgment savoured of presumption;<\/span>\r\nAnd, leaving pride of words to other men,<\/span>\r\n'Tis by their deeds alone they censure ours.<\/span>\r\nEvil appearances find little credit<\/span>\r\nWith them; they even incline to think the best<\/span>\r\nOf others. No caballers, no intriguers,<\/span>\r\nThey mind the business of their own right living.<\/span>\r\nThey don't attack a sinner tooth and nail,<\/span>\r\nFor sin's the only object of their hatred;<\/span>\r\nNor are they over-zealous to attempt<\/span>\r\nFar more in heaven's behalf than heaven would have 'em.<\/span>\r\nThat is my kind of man, that is true living,<\/span>\r\nThat is the pattern we should set ourselves.<\/span>\r\nYour fellow was not fashioned on this model;<\/span>\r\nYou're quite sincere in boasting of his zeal;<\/span>\r\nBut you're deceived, I think, by false pretences.<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nMy dear good brother-in-law, have you quite done?<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nYes.<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nI'm your humble servant.<\/span>\r\n\r\n(Starts to go.)<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nJust a word.<\/span>\r\nWe'll drop that other subject. But you know<\/span>\r\nValere has had the promise of your daughter.<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nYes.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nYou had named the happy day.<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\n'Tis true.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nThen why put off the celebration of it?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nI can't say.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nCan you have some other plan<\/span>\r\nIn mind?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nPerhaps.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nYou mean to break your word?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nI don't say that.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nI hope no obstacle<\/span>\r\nCan keep you from performing what you've promised.<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nWell, that depends.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nWhy must you beat about?<\/span>\r\nValere has sent me here to settle matters.<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nHeaven be praised!<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nWhat answer shall I take him?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nWhy, anything you please.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nBut we must know<\/span>\r\nYour plans. What are they?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nI shall do the will<\/span>\r\nOf Heaven.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nCome, be serious. You've given<\/span>\r\nYour promise to Valere. Now will you keep it?<\/span>\r\n\r\nORGON<\/span>\r\nGood-bye.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE (alone)<\/span>\r\nHis love, methinks, has much to fear;<\/span>\r\nI must go let him know what's happening here.<\/span>","rendered":"

ORGON, CLEANTE<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nBrother, she ridicules you to your face;<\/span>
\nAnd I, though I don’t want to make you angry,<\/span>
\nMust tell you candidly that she’s quite right.<\/span>
\nWas such infatuation ever heard of?<\/span>
\nAnd can a man to-day have charms to make you<\/span>
\nForget all else, relieve his poverty,<\/span>
\nGive him a home, and then . . .\u00a0?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nStop there, good brother,<\/span>
\nYou do not know the man you’re speaking of.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nSince you will have it so, I do not know him;<\/span>
\nBut after all, to tell what sort of man<\/span>
\nHe is . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nDear brother, you’d be charmed to know him;<\/span>
\nYour raptures over him would have no end.<\/span>
\nHe is a man . . . who . . . ah! . . . in fact . . .a man<\/span>
\nWhoever does his will, knows perfect peace,<\/span>
\nAnd counts the whole world else, as so much dung.<\/span>
\nHis converse has transformed me quite; he weans<\/span>
\nMy heart from every friendship, teaches me<\/span>
\nTo have no love for anything on earth;<\/span>
\nAnd I could see my brother, children, mother,<\/span>
\nAnd wife, all die, and never care\u2014a snap.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nYour feelings are humane, I must say, brother!<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nAh! If you’d seen him, as I saw him first,<\/span>
\nYou would have loved him just as much as I.<\/span>
\nHe came to church each day, with contrite mien,<\/span>
\nKneeled, on both knees, right opposite my place,<\/span>
\nAnd drew the eyes of all the congregation,<\/span>
\nTo watch the fervour of his prayers to heaven;<\/span>
\nWith deep-drawn sighs and great ejaculations,<\/span>
\nHe humbly kissed the earth at every moment;<\/span>
\nAnd when I left the church, he ran before me<\/span>
\nTo give me holy water at the door.<\/span>
\nI learned his poverty, and who he was,<\/span>
\nBy questioning his servant, who is like him,<\/span>
\nAnd gave him gifts; but in his modesty<\/span>
\nHe always wanted to return a part.<\/span>
\n“It is too much,” he’d say, “too much by half;<\/span>
\nI am not worthy of your pity.” Then,<\/span>
\nWhen I refused to take it back, he’d go,<\/span>
\nBefore my eyes, and give it to the poor.<\/span>
\nAt length heaven bade me take him to my home,<\/span>
\nAnd since that day, all seems to prosper here.<\/span>
\nHe censures everything, and for my sake<\/span>
\nHe even takes great interest in my wife;<\/span>
\nHe lets me know who ogles her, and seems<\/span>
\nSix times as jealous as I am myself.<\/span>
\nYou’d not believe how far his zeal can go:<\/span>
\nHe calls himself a sinner just for trifles;<\/span>
\nThe merest nothing is enough to shock him;<\/span>
\nSo much so, that the other day I heard him<\/span>
\nAccuse himself for having, while at prayer,<\/span>
\nIn too much anger caught and killed a flea.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nZounds, brother, you are mad, I think! Or else<\/span>
\nYou’re making sport of me, with such a speech.<\/span>
\nWhat are you driving at with all this nonsense . . .\u00a0?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nBrother, your language smacks of atheism;<\/span>
\nAnd I suspect your soul’s a little tainted<\/span>
\nTherewith. I’ve preached to you a score of times<\/span>
\nThat you’ll draw down some judgment on your head.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nThat is the usual strain of all your kind;<\/span>
\nThey must have every one as blind as they.<\/span>
\nThey call you atheist if you have good eyes;<\/span>
\nAnd if you don’t adore their vain grimaces,<\/span>
\nYou’ve neither faith nor care for sacred things.<\/span>
\nNo, no; such talk can’t frighten me; I know<\/span>
\nWhat I am saying; heaven sees my heart.<\/span>
\nWe’re not the dupes of all your canting mummers;<\/span>
\nThere are false heroes\u2014and false devotees;<\/span>
\nAnd as true heroes never are the ones<\/span>
\nWho make much noise about their deeds of honour,<\/span>
\nJust so true devotees, whom we should follow,<\/span>
\nAre not the ones who make so much vain show.<\/span>
\nWhat! Will you find no difference between<\/span>
\nHypocrisy and genuine devoutness?<\/span>
\nAnd will you treat them both alike, and pay<\/span>
\nThe self-same honour both to masks and faces<\/span>
\nSet artifice beside sincerity,<\/span>
\nConfuse the semblance with reality,<\/span>
\nEsteem a phantom like a living person,<\/span>
\nAnd counterfeit as good as honest coin?<\/span>
\nMen, for the most part, are strange creatures, truly!<\/span>
\nYou never find them keep the golden mean;<\/span>
\nThe limits of good sense, too narrow for them,<\/span>
\nMust always be passed by, in each direction;<\/span>
\nThey often spoil the noblest things, because<\/span>
\nThey go too far, and push them to extremes.<\/span>
\nI merely say this by the way, good brother.<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nYou are the sole expounder of the doctrine;<\/span>
\nWisdom shall die with you, no doubt, good brother,<\/span>
\nYou are the only wise, the sole enlightened,<\/span>
\nThe oracle, the Cato, of our age.<\/span>
\nAll men, compared to you, are downright fools.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nI’m not the sole expounder of the doctrine,<\/span>
\nAnd wisdom shall not die with me, good brother.<\/span>
\nBut this I know, though it be all my knowledge,<\/span>
\nThat there’s a difference ‘twixt false and true.<\/span>
\nAnd as I find no kind of hero more<\/span>
\nTo be admired than men of true religion,<\/span>
\nNothing more noble or more beautiful<\/span>
\nThan is the holy zeal of true devoutness;<\/span>
\nJust so I think there’s naught more odious<\/span>
\nThan whited sepulchres of outward unction,<\/span>
\nThose barefaced charlatans, those hireling zealots,<\/span>
\nWhose sacrilegious, treacherous pretence<\/span>
\nDeceives at will, and with impunity<\/span>
\nMakes mockery of all that men hold sacred;<\/span>
\nMen who, enslaved to selfish interests,<\/span>
\nMake trade and merchandise of godliness,<\/span>
\nAnd try to purchase influence and office<\/span>
\nWith false eye-rollings and affected raptures;<\/span>
\nThose men, I say, who with uncommon zeal<\/span>
\nSeek their own fortunes on the road to heaven;<\/span>
\nWho, skilled in prayer, have always much to ask,<\/span>
\nAnd live at court to preach retirement;<\/span>
\nWho reconcile religion with their vices,<\/span>
\nAre quick to anger, vengeful, faithless, tricky,<\/span>
\nAnd, to destroy a man, will have the boldness<\/span>
\nTo call their private grudge the cause of heaven;<\/span>
\nAll the more dangerous, since in their anger<\/span>
\nThey use against us weapons men revere,<\/span>
\nAnd since they make the world applaud their passion,<\/span>
\nAnd seek to stab us with a sacred sword.<\/span>
\nThere are too many of this canting kind.<\/span>
\nStill, the sincere are easy to distinguish;<\/span>
\nAnd many splendid patterns may be found,<\/span>
\nIn our own time, before our very eyes<\/span>
\nLook at Ariston, Periandre, Oronte,<\/span>
\nAlcidamas, Clitandre, and Polydore;<\/span>
\nNo one denies their claim to true religion;<\/span>
\nYet they’re no braggadocios of virtue,<\/span>
\nThey do not make insufferable display,<\/span>
\nAnd their religion’s human, tractable;<\/span>
\nThey are not always judging all our actions,<\/span>
\nThey’d think such judgment savoured of presumption;<\/span>
\nAnd, leaving pride of words to other men,<\/span>
\n‘Tis by their deeds alone they censure ours.<\/span>
\nEvil appearances find little credit<\/span>
\nWith them; they even incline to think the best<\/span>
\nOf others. No caballers, no intriguers,<\/span>
\nThey mind the business of their own right living.<\/span>
\nThey don’t attack a sinner tooth and nail,<\/span>
\nFor sin’s the only object of their hatred;<\/span>
\nNor are they over-zealous to attempt<\/span>
\nFar more in heaven’s behalf than heaven would have ’em.<\/span>
\nThat is my kind of man, that is true living,<\/span>
\nThat is the pattern we should set ourselves.<\/span>
\nYour fellow was not fashioned on this model;<\/span>
\nYou’re quite sincere in boasting of his zeal;<\/span>
\nBut you’re deceived, I think, by false pretences.<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nMy dear good brother-in-law, have you quite done?<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nYes.<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nI’m your humble servant.<\/span><\/p>\n

(Starts to go.)<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nJust a word.<\/span>
\nWe’ll drop that other subject. But you know<\/span>
\nValere has had the promise of your daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nYes.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nYou had named the happy day.<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\n‘Tis true.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nThen why put off the celebration of it?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nI can’t say.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nCan you have some other plan<\/span>
\nIn mind?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nPerhaps.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nYou mean to break your word?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nI don’t say that.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nI hope no obstacle<\/span>
\nCan keep you from performing what you’ve promised.<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nWell, that depends.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nWhy must you beat about?<\/span>
\nValere has sent me here to settle matters.<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nHeaven be praised!<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nWhat answer shall I take him?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nWhy, anything you please.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nBut we must know<\/span>
\nYour plans. What are they?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nI shall do the will<\/span>
\nOf Heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nCome, be serious. You’ve given<\/span>
\nYour promise to Valere. Now will you keep it?<\/span><\/p>\n

ORGON<\/span>
\nGood-bye.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE (alone)<\/span>
\nHis love, methinks, has much to fear;<\/span>
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