"CLEANTE That is the usual strain of all your kind; They must have everyone as blind as they. They call you atheist if you have good eyes; And if you don’t adore their vain grimaces, You’ve neither faith nor care for sacred things. No, no; such talk can’t frighten me; I know What I am saying; heaven "
"ORGON You are the sole expounder of the doctrine; Wisdom shall die with you, no doubt, good brother, You are the only wise, the sole enlightened, The oracle, the Cato, of our age. All men, compared to you, are downright fools."
"CLEANTE I’m not the sole expounder of the doctrine, And wisdom shall not die with me, good brother. But this I know, though it be all my knowledge, That there’s a difference ’twixt false and true. And as I find no kind of hero more To be admired than men of true religion, Nothing more noble or more "
"— There are too many of this canting kind. Still, the sincere are easy to distinguish; And many splendid patterns may be found, In our own time, before our very eyes Look at Ariston, Periandre, Oronte, Alcidamas, Clitandre, and Polydore; No one denies their claim to true religion; Yet they’re no bra"
I somehow think Orgon is impotent. and he turned to be an unhappy married man, upset with everyone around... till he met Tartuffe, who seemed to accept all his faults (weakness) and hence supported him gaining a seemingly higher family status.
不是滋味儿
Les rois du monde ont peur de tout. C’est qu’ils confondent les chiens et les loupes