Tartuffe Monologue

From Tartuffe by Molière

male · romantic · 1:02 min

There is no pleasure in Heaven above Sweeter than such words from the lips I love; Their honeyed sound flows richly through my senses With the sweetness of the purest essences. The pleasure of pleasing you is my one goal, And my heart finds happiness in that role, But that heart also takes the slight liberty Of daring to doubt this felicity. Perhaps these sweet words are a decorous ruse Designed to disrupt my hymeneal news; And, if I may speak quite freely with you, I won't believe that all you say is true Until I'm assured that you couldn't lie By a few of those favors for which I sigh. Such favors would make me your devotee And a true believer in your fondness for me.

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