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Jean Baptiste Poquelin Molière (1622–1673).  Tartuffe.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
Act V
 
Scene VII
 
 
TARTUFFE,  AN OFFICER,  MADAME PERNELLE,  ORGON,  ELMIRE,  CLÉANTE,  MARIANE,  VALÈre,  DAMIS,  DORINE

Tartuffe  (stopping ORGON)

Softly, sir, softly; do not run so fast;
You haven’t far to go to find your lodging;
By order of the prince, we here arrest you.
 
Orgon

Traitor! You saved this worst stroke for the last;
This crowns your perfidies, and ruins me.        5
 
Tartuffe

I shall not be embittered by your insults,
For Heaven has taught me to endure all things.
 
Cléante

Your moderation, I must own, is great.
 
Damis

How shamelessly the wretch makes bold with Heaven!
 
Tartuffe

Your ravings cannot move me; all my thought
        10
Is but to do my duty.
 
Mariane

        You must claim
Great glory from this honourable act.
 
Tartuffe

The act cannot be aught but honourable,
Coming from that high power which sends me here.        15
 
Orgon

Ungrateful wretch, do you forget ’twas I
That rescued you from utter misery?
 
Tartuffe

I’ve not forgot some help you may have given;
But my first duty now is toward my prince.
The higher power of that most sacred claim        20
Must stifle in my heart all gratitude;
And to such puissant ties I’d sacrifice
My friend, my wife, my kindred, and myself.
 
Elmire

The hypocrite!
 
Dorine

        How well he knows the trick
        25
Of cloaking him with what we most revere!
 
Cléante

But if the motive that you make parade of
Is perfect as you say, why should it wait
To show itself, until the day he caught you
Soliciting his wife? How happens it        30
You have not thought to go inform against him
Until his honour forces him to drive you
Out of his house? And though I need not mention
That he’d just given you his whole estate,
Still, if you meant to treat him now as guilty,        35
How could you then consent to take his gift?
 
Tartuffe  (to the OFFICER)

Pray, sir, deliver me from all this clamour;
Be good enough to carry out your order.
 
The Officer

Yes, I’ve too long delayed its execution;
’Tis very fitting you should urge me to it;        40
So therefore, you must follow me at once
To prison, where you’ll find your lodging ready.
 
Tartuffe

Who? I, sir?
 
The Officer

        You.
 
Tartuffe

        But why to prison?
        45
 
The Officer

        You
Are not the one to whom I owe account.
You, sir (to Orgon), recover from your hot alarm.
Our prince is not a friend to double dealing,
His eyes can read men’s inmost hearts, and all        50
The art of hypocrites cannot deceive him.
His sharp discernment sees things clear and true;
His mind cannot too easily be swayed,
For reason always holds the balance even.
He honours and exalts true piety        55
But knows the false, and views it with disgust.
This fellow was by no means apt to fool him;
Far subtler snares have failed against his wisdom,
And his quick insight pierced immediately
The hidden baseness of this tortuous heart.        60
Accusing you, the knave betrayed himself,
And by true recompense of Heaven’s justice
He stood revealed before our monarch’s eyes
A scoundrel known before by other names,
Whose horrid crimes, detailed at length, might fill        65
A long-drawn history of many volumes.
Our monarch—to resolve you in a word—
Detesting his ingratitude and baseness,
Added this horror to his other crimes,
And sent me hither under his direction        70
To see his insolence out-top itself,
And force him then to give you satisfaction.
Your papers, which the traitor says are his,
I am to take from him, and give you back;
The deed of gift transferring your estate        75
Our monarch’s sovereign will makes null and void;
And for the secret personal offence
Your friend involved you in, he pardons you:
Thus he rewards your recent zeal, displayed
In helping to maintain his rights, and shows        80
How well his heart, when it is least expected,
Knows how to recompense a noble deed,
And will not let true merit miss its due,
Remembering always rather good than evil.
 
Dorine

Now, Heaven be praised!
        85
 
Madame Pernelle

        At last I breathe again.
 
Elmire

A happy outcome!
 
Mariane

        Who’d have dared to hope it?
 
Orgon  (to TARTUFFE, who is being led off by the officer)

There, traitor! Now you’re…
 

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