ORGON, MARIANE

ORGON:
Now, Mariane.

MARIANE:
Yes, father?

ORGON:
Come; I'll tell you
A secret.

MARIANE:
Yes . . . What are you looking for?

ORGON: (looking into a small closet-room)
To see there's no one there to spy upon us;
That little closet's mighty fit to hide in.
There! We're all right now. Mariane, in you
I've always found a daughter dutiful
And gentle. So I've always love you dearly.

MARIANE:
I'm grateful for your fatherly affection.

ORGON:
Well spoken, daughter. Now, prove you deserve it
By doing as I wish in all respects.

MARIANE:
To do so is the height of my ambition.

ORGON:
Excellent well. What say you of—Tartuffe?

MARIANE:
Who? I?

ORGON:
Yes, you. Look to it how you answer.

MARIANE:
Why! I'll say of him—anything you please.