(ORGON, DAMIS, TARTUFFE)
What do I hear? Good God! Is it credible?
Yes, brother, I'm wicked and culpable,
A sorry sinner, full of iniquity,
As great a wretch as there ever could be.
My entire life has been soiled with evil;
It's nothing but a mass of sinful upheaval.
And I see that God has, for my punishment,
Chosen to mortify me with this event.
Let them connect any crime with my name;
I waive all defense and take all the blame.
Believe what they tell you, stoke up your wrath,
And drive me like a felon from your path.
The shame that I bear cannot be too great,
For I know I deserve a much worse fate.
ORGON [to his son]
Traitor! Do you dare, by your duplicity,
To taint both his virtue and purity?
What? Can the false meekness of this hypocrite
Cause you to belie . . .
Shut up, you misfit.