And scratch a man's eyes out for being male. Heaven preserve me from that kind of virtue! I am an honest wife, but not a shrew, And I believe that a calm, icy glance Is quite enough to rebuff an advance. Orgon. I know what I know and I won't change my mind. Elmire. I'm again amazed that you could be so blind. But would you keep that incredulity If I made you see that we have spoken truly? Orgon. See? Elmire. Yes. Orgon. Fantasy! Elmire. But if I found a way To make you see it all in light of day? Orgon. Fairy tales! Elmire. What a man! At least reply. I don't ask you to believe me, but I Do wonder what you will say of your good man If I bring you to a place where you can Clearly see and hear these things? What then? Orgon. In that case I would say . . . nothing again, For it cannot be. Elmire. You've been blind too long, And in calling me a liar, you're wrong! So for your pleasure, but with modesty, I'll make you witness my veracity. Orgon. Good. I take you at your word. Now let's see How in the world you will prove this to me. Elmire [to Dorine]. Bid him come to me. Dorine [to Elmire]. He's a crafty one And perhaps he won't easily be undone. Elmire [to Dorine]. No, we're easily duped by our affection, And vanity aids in our misdirection. [Speaking to Cleante and Mariane] Send him down here to me. And you can go. SCENE IV Elmire, Orgon