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VI

Orgon, Elmire.

Orgon

Crawling out from under the table.

That is, I own, a man⁠ ⁠… abominable!

I can’t get over it; the whole thing floors me.

Elmire

What? You come out so soon? You cannot mean it!

Get back under the table; ’tis not time yet;

Wait till the end, to see, and make quite certain,

And don’t believe a thing on mere conjecture.

Orgon

Nothing more wicked e’er came out of Hell.

Elmire

Dear me! Don’t go and credit things too lightly.

No, let yourself be thoroughly convinced;

Don’t yield too soon, for fear you’ll be mistaken.

As Tartuffe enters, she makes her husband stand behind her.