Orgon is annoyed at her boldness, and tries to send her away. Dorine brassily pleads with Orgon to change his intent, suggesting the age difference between Mariane and Tartuffe will lead the lady to infidelity. She is surprised, but shows the obedience she believes is expected of her. In Act II, Orgon announces that he intends Mariane to marry Tartuffe. Cleante is particularly concerned when Orgon dodges his questions about Mariane's impending marriage. Cleante suggests that Tartuffe's flamboyant displays of piety suggest hypocrisy, but Orgon is unmoved. When Orgon arrives, Cleante begs him to see through Tartuffe's act, but Orgon waxes poetic about how he observed Tartuffe's pious poverty and humility first-hand. Damis is concerned that, under Tartuffe's influence, Orgon might refuse to let Mariane marry her beloved Valere even though he has already promised to approve the match. The rest of the family believes Tartuffe to be a fraud and a liar, but cannot convince Madame Pernelle to see him this way.Īfter Madame Pernelle departs, the servant Dorine and Orgon's brother-in-law Cleante discuss how they might convince Orgon that Tartuffe is manipulating him. Tartuffe has been invited to stay by the house's master Orgon, who is infatuated by Tartuffe's seeming piety. It is only the new houseguest, Tartuffe, who earns her approbation. She sees her grandson Damis as a brat, and her granddaughter Mariane as too fragile. I merely say this by the way, good brother.The play opens when Madame Pernelle decides to leave her son Orgon's house because she finds their behavior immoral and decadent. What! Will you find no difference between Hypocrisy and genuine devoutness? And will you treat them both alike, and pay The self-same honour both to masks and faces Set artifice beside sincerity, Confuse the semblance with reality, Esteem a phantom like a living person, And counterfeit as good as honest coin? Men, for the most part, are strange creatures, truly! You never find them keep the golden mean The limits of good sense, too narrow for them, Must always be passed by, in each direction They often spoil the noblest things, because They go too far, and push them to extremes.

We're not the dupes of all your canting mummers There are false heroes-and false devotees And as true heroes never are the ones Who make much noise about their deeds of honour, Just so true devotees, whom we should follow, Are not the ones who make so much vain show. No, no such talk can't frighten me I know What I am saying heaven sees my heart.

They call you atheist if you have good eyes And if you don't adore their vain grimaces, You've neither faith nor care for sacred things. That is the usual strain of all your kind They must have every one as blind as they.

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