He can . . .
Damn! Do you surmise . . .
If you say one word, I will break your arm.
In the name of God, brother, do no harm.
I would rather face a ravening beast
Than that your dear son should be harmed in the least.
ORGON [to his son]
Leave him in peace. On my two knees
I beg you to give him your grace . . .
ORGON [throwing himself to his knees and embracing TARTUFFE]
[To his son] Wretch, see his goodness.
Then . . .
I . . .