Or that it could be shared by those who would Use it to do evil rather than good, And who would not use it, as I'm sure I can, For the glory of God and one's fellow man. Cleante. Oh, sir! Don't put on that scrupulous air While your actions injure a rightful heir. Don't feel uneasy or risk your good health By fretting about the perils of his wealth. It is better spent on a young man's whim Than that you be accused of defrauding him. I only wonder why you aren't ashamed By this proposal in which you are named. In true religion is there some dictum That says it's okay to make an heir your victim? And if God has put some obstacle in place Against you and Damis sharing the same space, Wouldn't you prefer to be more discrete And leave this house in a noble retreat Than to sit and see the son of the house Thrust from his home like a beggarly louse. Believe me, it would prove your probity, Monsieur, . . . Tartuffe. It is now, Monsieur, half past three: Certain religious rites demand my presence, And you must excuse me for my absence. [He leaves.] Cleante. Ah! SCENE II Elmire, Mariane, Dorine, Cleante Dorine [to Cleante]. Please, sir, help us help her, for pity's sake. Her suffering is such that her heart may break, And the pact her father made this evening Is the cause of all this awful grieving. Here he comes. Let's join forces, I beg you, And try through skill or cunning to undo The vicious scheme that's left us all so troubled. Scene 3 Orgon, Elmire, Mariane, Cleante, Dorine