Tartuffe or the Hypocrite HTML version
MADAME PERNELLE and FLIPOTTE, her servant; ELMIRE, MARIANE, CLEANTE,
Come, come, Flipotte, and let me get away.
You hurry so, I hardly can attend you.
Then don't, my daughter-in law. Stay where you are.
I can dispense with your polite attentions.
We're only paying what is due you, mother.
Why must you go away in such a hurry?
Because I can't endure your carryings-on,
And no one takes the slightest pains to please me.
I leave your house, I tell you, quite disgusted;
You do the opposite of my instructions;
You've no respect for anything; each one
Must have his say; it's perfect pandemonium.
If . . .
You're a servant wench, my girl, and much
Too full of gab, and too impertinent
And free with your advice on all occasions.
But . . .
You're a fool, my boy--f, o, o, l
Just spells your name. Let grandma tell you that
I've said a hundred times to my poor son,