Has driven his wife to another man's bed. It is entirely too much to ask That a wife be faithful to a flabby ass. And one who gives a girl to a man she hates Is guilty before God for all her mistakes. Consider the perils you expose yourself to. Orgon. So you think I should learn how to live from you! Dorine. You could do worse than follow my lead. Orgon. Dear daughter, do drop this maid's daffy creed; I know what's best for you in this affair. It's true I betrothed you to young Valere, But I hear he likes his dicing and drinking And even worse is inclined to free-thinking. I note with regret we don't see him at mass. Dorine. Must he be there the same moment you pass Like those who attend only to be seen? Orgon. Your advice isn't wanted. Don't intervene. Tartuffe is on the path to salvation, And that is a treasure past calculation. This wedding will bring blessings beyond measure, And be crowned with great sweetness and pleasure. Together you will live, thriving on love Like new-born babes, or a pair of turtledoves. You will never be found in angry debate For you will find all that you wish in this mate. Dorine. She'll only make him a cuckold, I'm sure. Orgon. What? Dorine. He looks just like a caricature, And his fate, monsieur, will make him an ass No matter how much virtue your daughter has. Orgon. Don't interrupt me and remember your place And quit sticking your nose up in my face! Dorine. I'm only trying, sir, to protect you. [Hereafter she always interrupts him at the moment he begins speaking to his daughter.]