Orgon. There! You now see, mother, that I was right, And you can judge of the rest by this writ. Do you admit at last that he can lie? Madame Pernelle. It's as if a bolt has struck from the sky. Dorine [to Orgon]. You're wrong to complain, and wrong to blame him. These things show the grand plans of your seraphim. His neighborly love finds consummation In proving that wealth causes degradation, And from pure charity he wants to remove Every obstacle between you and God's love. Orgon. Shut up. . . . I'm always saying that to you. Cleante [to Orgon]. Let us consider what we ought to do. Elmire. We must expose this man's insolent acts. His deeds invalidate all the contracts. And his disloyalty will seem too plain If he tries to use them for personal gain. SCENE VI Valere, Orgon, Cleante, Elmire, Mariane, Madame Pernelle, Damis, Dorine Valere. I'm sorry, sir, that I've come to distress you; But certain dangers may soon oppress you. A friend, whose love for me is deep and true And who knows how much I care about you, Has had enough courage to violate The secrecy of affairs of state And has just now sent me word that you might Be well-advised to take sudden flight. The villain who has been imposing on you Has gone to the Prince to accuse you too, And put into his hands, like a blade of hate, The vital papers of a traitor of State, Which he says that you've kept in secrecy Despite the duties of aristocracy. I don't know the details of the alleged crime, But a warrant against you has been signed, And he himself is assigned to assist Those who will soon come to make the arrest. Cleante. Now his claims are well-armed; and the ingrate Seeks to become master of your estate. Orgon. I swear, that man is a vile animal! Valere. The slightest trifling could well be fatal. My coach is right here to take you away With a thousand louis that I've pledged to pay. Don't lose any time; the arrow has sped, And this is one blow that ought to be fled. I myself will guide you to a safe place And will stay with you to be sure there's no chase. Orgon. I owe you much for your solicitude! But there isn't time for my gratitude, And I pray to God to grant what I need So that one day I may repay this good deed. Farewell. The rest of you take care . . . Cleante. Go on. We'll look after everything when you're gone. Final Scene Police Officer, Tartuffe, Valere, Orgon, Elmire, Mariane, Madame Pernelle, Cleante, Damis, Dorine