(ORGON, CLEANTE, DORINE)
I'm glad you've returned before my departure.
The countryside isn't quite blossoming yet.
Dorine . . . One second brother, please! Just let
Me set my heart at ease and soothe my fear
Concerning the things that have happened here. [To DORINE.]
For these past two days, how have things gone on?
What has happened? And how is everyone?
The first day your wife had a bad fever
And a headache that just wouldn't leave her.
Tartuffe? He's in splendid shape,
Fat and flabby, with red lips, and a shining face.
That night, your wife felt so sick
And so feverish that she could only pick
At her dinner and scarcely ate a bite.