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Tartuffe or the Hypocrite
by Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere
Translated by Curtis Hidden Page
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
Jean Baptiste Poquelin； better known by his stage name of Moliere；
stands without a rival at the head of French comedy。 Born at Paris in
January； 1622； where his father held a position in the royal
household； he was educated at the Jesuit College de Clermont； and for
some time studied law； which he soon abandoned for the stage。 His life
was spent in Paris and in the provinces； acting； directing
performances； managing theaters； and writing plays。 He had his share
of applause from the king and from the public； but the satire in his
comedies made him many enemies； and he was the object of the most
venomous attacks and the most impossible slanders。 Nor did he find
much solace at home； for he married unfortunately； and the unhappiness
that followed increased the bitterness that public hostility had
brought into his life。 On February 17； 1673； while acting in 〃La
Malade Imaginaire；〃 the last of his masterpieces； he was seized with
illness and died a few hours later。
The first of the greater works of Moliere was 〃Les Precieuses
Ridicules；〃 produced in 1659。 In this brilliant piece Moliere lifted
French comedy to a new level and gave it a new purposethe satirizing
of contemporary manners and affectations by frank portrayal and
criticism。 In the great plays that followed； 〃The School for Husbands〃
and 〃The School for Wives；〃 〃The Misanthrope〃 and 〃The Hypocrite〃
（Tartuffe）； 〃The Miser〃 and 〃The Hypochondriac；〃 〃The Learned Ladies；〃
〃The Doctor in Spite of Himself；〃 〃The Citizen Turned Gentleman；〃 and
many others； he exposed mercilessly one after another the vices and
foibles of the day。
His characteristic qualities are nowhere better exhibited than in
〃Tartuffe。〃 Compared with such characterization as Shakespeare's；
Moliere's method of portraying life may seem to be lacking in
complexity； but it is precisely the simplicity with which creations
like Tartuffe embody the weakness or vice they represent that has
given them their place as universally recognized types of human
nature。
TARTUFFE
A COMEDY
CHARACTERS
MADAME PERNELLE； mother of Orgon
ORGON； husband of Elmire
ELMIRE； wife of Orgon
DAMIS； son of Orgon
MARIANE； daughter of Orgon； in love with Valere
CLEANTE； brother…in…law of Orgon
TARTUFFE； a hypocrite
DORINE； Mariane's maid
M。 LOYAL； a bailiff
A Police Officer
FLIPOTTE； Madame Pernelle's servant
The Scene is at Paris
ACT I
SCENE I
MADAME PERNELLE and FLIPOTTE； her servant； ELMIRE； MARIANE； CLEANTE；
DAMIS； DORINE
MADAME PERNELLE
Come； come； Flipotte； and let me get away。
ELMIRE
You hurry so； I hardly can attend you。
MADAME PERNELLE
Then don't； my daughter…in law。 Stay where you are。
I can dispense with your polite attentions。
ELMIRE
We're only paying what is due you； mother。
Why must you go away in such a hurry？
MADAME PERNELLE
Because I can't endure your carryings…on；
And no one takes the slightest pains to please me。
I leave your house； I tell you； quite disgusted；
You do the opposite of my instructions；
You've no respect for anything； each one
Must have his say； it's perfect pandemonium。
DORINE
If 。 。 。
MADAME PERNELLE
You're a servant wench； my girl； and much
Too full of gab； and too impertinent
And free with your advice on all occasions。
DAMIS
But 。 。 。
MADAME PERNELLE
You're a fool； my boyf； o； o； l
Just spells your name。 Let grandma tell you that
I've said a hundred times to my poor son；
Your father； that you'd never come to good
Or give him anything but plague and torment。
MARIANE
I think 。 。 。
MADAME PERNELLE
O dearie me； his little sister！
You're all demureness； butter wouldn't melt
In your mouth； one would think to look at you。
Still waters； though； they say 。 。 。 you know the proverb；
And I don't like your doings on the sly。
ELMIRE
But； mother 。 。 。
MADAME PERNELLE
Daughter； by your leave； your conduct
In everything is altogether wrong；
You ought to set a good example for 'em；
Their dear departed mother did much better。
You are extravagant； and it offends me；
To see you always decked out like a princess。
A woman who would please her husband's eyes
Alone； wants no such wealth of fineries。
CLEANTE
But； madam； after all 。 。 。
MADAME PERNELLE
Sir； as for you；
The lady's brother； I esteem you highly；
Love and respect you。 But； sir； all the same；
If I were in my son's； her husband's； place；
I'd urgently entreat you not to come
Within our doors。 You preach a way of living
That decent people cannot tolerate。
I'm rather frank with you； but that's my way
I don't mince matters； when I mean a thing。
DAMIS
Mr。 Tartuffe； your friend； is mighty lucky 。 。 。
MADAME PERNELLE
He is a holy man； and must be heeded；
I can't endure； with any show of patience；
To hear a scatterbrains like you attack him。
DAMIS
What！ Shall I let a bigot criticaster
Come and usurp a tyrant's power here？
And shall we never dare amuse ourselves
Till this fine gentleman deigns to consent？
DORINE
If we must hark to him； and heed his maxims；
There's not a thing we do but what's a crime；
He censures everything； this zealous carper。
MADAME PERNELLE
And all he censures is well censured； too。
He wants to guide you on the way to heaven；
My son should train you all to love him well。
DAMIS
No； madam； look you； nothingnot my father
Nor anythingcan make me tolerate him。
I should belie my feelings not to say so。
His actions rouse my wrath at every turn；
And I foresee that there must come of it
An open rupture with this sneaking scoundrel。
DORINE
Besides； 'tis downright scandalous to see
This unknown upstart master of the house
This vagabond； who hadn't； when he came；
Shoes to his feet； or clothing worth six farthings；
And who so far forgets his place； as now
To censure everything； and rule the roost！
MADAME PERNELLE
Eh！ Mercy sakes alive！ Things would go better
If all were governed by his pious orders。
DORINE
He passes for a saint in your opinion。
In fact； he's nothing but a hypocrite。
MADAME PERNELLE
Just listen to her tongue！
DORINE
I wouldn't trust him；
Nor yet his Lawrence； without bonds and surety。
MADAME PERNELLE
I don't know what the servant's character
May be； but I can guarantee the master
A holy man。 You hate him and reject him
Because he tells home truths to all of you。
'Tis sin alone that moves his heart to anger；
And heaven's interest is his only motive。
DORINE
Of course。 But why； especially of late；
Can he let nobody come near the house？
Is heaven offended at a civil call
That he should make so great a fuss about it？
I'll tell you； if you like； just what I think；
（Pointing to Elmire）
Upon my word； he's jealous of our mistress。
MADAME PERNELLE
You hold your tongue； and think what you are saying。
He's not alone in censuring these visits；
The turmoil that attends your sort of people；
Their carriages forever at the door；
And all their noisy footmen； flocked together；
Annoy the neighbourhood； and raise a scandal。
I'd gladly think there's nothing really wrong；
But it makes talk； and that's not as it should be。
CLEANTE
Eh！ madam； can you hope to keep folk's tongues
From wagging？ It would be a grievous thing
If； for the fear of idle talk about us；
We had to sacrifice our friends。 No； no；
Even if we could bring ourselves to do it；
Think you that everyone would then be silenced？
Against backbiting there is no defence
So let us try to live in innocence；
To silly tattle pay no heed at all；
And leave the gossips free to vent their gall。
DORINE
Our neighbour Daphne； and her little husband；
Must be the ones who slander us； I'm thinking。
Those whose own conduct's most ridiculous；
Are always quickest to speak ill of others；
They never fail to seize at once upon
The slightest hint of any love affair；
And spread the news of it with glee； and give it
The character they'd have the world believe in。
By others' actions； painted in their colours；
They hope to justify their own； they think；
In the false hope of some resemblance； either
To make their own intrigues seem innocent；
Or else to make their neighbours share the blame
Which they are loaded with by everybody。
MADAME PERNELLE
These arguments are nothing to the purpose。
Orante； we all know； lives a perfect life；
Her thoughts are all of heaven； and I have heard
That she condemns the company you keep。
DORINE
O admirable pattern！ Virtuous dame！
She lives the model of austerity；
But age has brought this piety upon her；
And she's a prude； now she can't help herself。
As long as she could capture men's attentions
She made the most of her advantages；
But； now she sees her beauty vanishing；
She wants to leave the world； that's leaving her；
And in the specious veil of haughty virtue
She'd hide the weakness of her worn…out charms。
That is the way with all your old coquettes；
They find it hard to see their lovers leave 'em；
And thus abandoned； their forlorn estate
Can find no occupation but a prude's。
These pious dames； in their austerity；
Must carp at everything； and pardon nothing。
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