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Orgon Monologue from Tartuffe

From Tartuffe by Molière

male · dramatic · 2:11 min

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Ah! If you'd seen him as I did at first, Your eyes would have feasted on him with a spiritual thirst! Each day he came to church smiling with sweet peace And threw himself down before me on both knees. He drew upon himself the eyes of everyone there By the holy fervor of his pious prayer. He sighed and wept with a most saintly passion And humbly kissed the earth in a fetching fashion; And when I was going, he rushed out front To bless me with water from the holy font. His servant (matching his master to a T) Then informed me of his identity-- And his poverty. So I made a donation, But then he tried to return a portion. "It's too much," he said. "You're too generous; I don't merit your pity and kindness." And when I refused to take it back, he gave It in alms to the poor right there in the nave. Then God bade me take him into my home And now life is sweet as a honeycomb. He governs us all, and to protect my honor Bids my wife grant his godly rule upon her. He forewarns me of men who might give her the eye, And he really seems far more jealous than I! Why, you wouldn't believe his fear of Hell! He thinks himself damned for the least bagatelle. Such trifles suffice to scandalize him That he even accused himself of sin For having slain with a bit too much wrath A flea that just happened to cross his path.

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40s · trust · deception · faith · honor · jealousy

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