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ORGON, CLEANTE
CLEANTE / Brother, she ridicules you to your face; / And I, though I don't want to make you angry, / Must tell you candidly that she's quite right. / Was such infatuation ever heard of? / And can a man to-day have charms to make you / Forget all else, relieve his poverty, / Give him a home, and then. ?