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TARTUFFE, DORINE
TARTUFFE (speaking to his valet, off the stage, as soon as he sees / Dorine is there) / Lawrence, put up my hair-cloth shirt and scourge, / And pray that Heaven may shed its light upon you. / If any come to see me, say I'm gone / To share my alms among the prisoners.