Robert Browning (1812–1889). A Blot in the ’Scutcheon.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Act IV Scene VI
ORGON, ELMIRE
Orgon(crawling out from under the table)
That is, I own, a man … abominable!
I can’t get over it; the whole thing floors me.
Elmire
What? You come out so soon? You cannot mean it!
Get back under the table; ’tis not time yet;
Wait till the end, to see, and make quite certain,
And don’t believe a thing on mere conjecture.
Orgon
Nothing more wicked e’er came out of Hell.
Elmire
Dear me! Don’t go and credit things too lightly.
No, let yourself be thoroughly convinced;
Don’t yield too soon, for fear you’ll be mistaken.
(As TARTUFFE enters, she makes her husband stand behind her.)