(POLICE OFFICER, TARTUFFE, VALERE, ORGON , ELMIRE,
MARIANE, MADAME PERNELLE, CLEANTE, DAMIS, DORINE)
TARTUFFE [stopping ORGON ]
Slowly, slowly, sir. You needn't run there.
You won't have to go far to hide in your lair.
In the Prince's name we will shackle you fast.
Traitor, you've kept this final shaft for last.
This is the blow with which you dispatch me,
And this is what crowns all your perfidy.
Your scorn causes me scant irritation;
I bear it as a holy obligation.
This is scant sign of your moderation.
How impudently the wretch mocks veneration!
None of your outbursts mean a thing to me,
For I think of nothing but doing my duty.
Your pretense to honor is all a fake,
And this is just the right job for you to take.