Orgon. You're too kind, but do shut up--please do! Dorine. If I didn't like you . . . Orgon. I don't need liking. Dorine. But I will like you, sir, despite your griping. Orgon. Oh? Dorine. Your honor is dear and I'd be provoked To find you the butt of some smutty joke. Orgon. Can't you keep quiet? Dorine. In all good conscience, It's a shame to foster such an alliance. Orgon. Shut up, you viper, with your brazen traits . . . Dorine. What? You've been reborn, yet you give way to hate? Orgon. Yes, your twaddle has made me quite high-strung, And I now insist that you hold your tongue. Dorine. All right. But I'll think in silence nonetheless. Orgon. Think if you wish to, but strive for success At shutting your mouth . . . or beware. [Turning to his daughter] Let's see, I have weighed everything quite maturely. Dorine [aside]. I hate this silence. [She falls quiet every time Orgon turns toward her.] Orgon. Without being smug, I'll Say Tartuffe's face . . . Dorine. Yes, he has a fine muzzle! Orgon. Is so fine that even if you forgot His other traits . . . Dorine [aside]. And they're a sorry lot! [Orgon turns toward Dorine and, with his arms folded, listens while staring in her face.] If I were in her place, most assuredly No man would wed me with impunity, And I'd prove to him right after the wedding That a wife's vengeance lies in the bedding! Orgon [to Dorine]. So you refuse to obey me, is that true? Dorine. What's your beef, sir? I'm not speaking to you. Orgon. Then what are you doing? Dorine. Soliloquizing. Orgon. Very well. [aside] To give her a good chastising, I think she needs a taste of the back of my hand. [He prepares to slap her, but each time Dorine sees him looking at her, she stands silent and erect.] Child, you should approve of all I have planned . . . And have faith in the spouse . . . who's my designee. [To Dorine.] Speak to yourself! Dorine. I've nothing to say to me. Orgon. Just one little word. Dorine. I'm not in the mood. Orgon. Because I was ready! Dorine. What ineptitude! Orgon. Now, daughter, let's see some obedience. Accept my choice with complete deference. Dorine [running away]. I'd thumb my nose at such a silly spouse. [Orgon tries to slap Dorine and misses.] Orgon. Daughter, your maid is a pest and would arouse Vice in a saint--she's an absolute shrew! I'm so upset that I can't continue. Her taunts have nearly driven me to swear, And I need to calm down in the open air. SCENE III Dorine, Mariane