Act V: Scene IV

MR. LOYAL (to Dorine, at the back of the stage)Good day, good sister. Pray you, let me seeThe master of the house.

DORINE.He's occupied;I think he can see nobody at present.

MR. LOYAL.I'm not by way of being unwelcome here.My coming can, I think, nowise displease him;My errand will be found to his advantage.

DORINE.Your name, then?

MR. LOYAL.Tell him simply that his friendMr. Tartuffe has sent me, for his goods ...

DORINE (to Orgon)It is a man who comes, with civil manners,Sent by Tartuffe, he says, upon an errandThat you'll be pleased with.

CLEANTE (to Orgon)Surely you must see him,And find out who he is, and what he wants.

ORGON (to Cleante)Perhaps he's come to make it up between us:How shall I treat him?

CLEANTE.You must not get angry;And if he talks of reconciliationAccept it.

MR. LOYAL (to Orgon)Sir, good-day. And Heaven sendHarm to your enemies, favour to you.

ORGON (aside to Cleante)This mild beginning suits with my conjecturesAnd promises some compromise already.

MR. LOYAL.All of your house has long been dear to me;I had the honour, sir, to serve your father.

ORGON.Sir, I am much ashamed, and ask your pardonFor not recalling now your face or name.

MR. LOYAL.My name is Loyal. I'm from Normandy.My office is court-bailiff, in despiteOf envy; and for forty years, thank Heaven,It's been my fortune to perform that officeWith honour. So I've come, sir, by your leaveTo render service of a certain writ ...

ORGON.What, you are here to ...

MR. LOYAL.Pray, sir, don't be angry.'Tis nothing, sir, but just a little summons:--Order to vacate, you and yours, this house,Move out your furniture, make room for others,And that without delay or putting off,As needs must be ...

ORGON.I? Leave this house?

MR. LOYAL.Yes, please, sirThe house is now, as you well know, of course,Mr. Tartuffe's. And he, beyond dispute,Of all your goods is henceforth lord and masterBy virtue of a contract here attached,Drawn in due form, and unassailable.

DAMIS (to Mr. Loyal)Your insolence is monstrous, and astounding!

MR. LOYAL (to Damis)I have no business, sir, that touches you;

(Pointing to Orgon)This is the gentleman. He's fair and courteous,And knows too well a gentleman's behaviourTo wish in any wise to question justice.

ORGON.But ...

MR. LOYAL.Sir, I know you would not for a millionWish to rebel; like a good citizenYou'll let me put in force the court's decree.

DAMIS.Your long black gown may well, before you know it,Mister Court-bailiff, get a thorough beating.

MR. LOYAL (to Orgon)Sir, make your son be silent or withdraw.I should be loath to have to set things down,And see your names inscribed in my report.

DORINE (aside)This Mr. Loyal's looks are most disloyal.

MR. LOYAL.I have much feeling for respectableAnd honest folk like you, sir, and consentedTo serve these papers, only to oblige you,And thus prevent the choice of any otherWho, less possessed of zeal for you than I amMight order matters in less gentle fashion.

ORGON.And how could one do worse than order peopleOut of their house?

MR. LOYAL.Why, we allow you time;And even will suspend until to-morrowThe execution of the order, sir.I'll merely, without scandal, quietly,Come here and spend the night, with half a scoreOf officers; and just for form's sake, please,You'll bring your keys to me, before retiring.I will take care not to disturb your rest,And see there's no unseemly conduct here.But by to-morrow, and at early morning,You must make haste to move your least belongings;My men will help you--I have chosen strong onesTo serve you, sir, in clearing out the house.No one could act more generously, I fancy,And, since I'm treating you with great indulgence,I beg you'll do as well by me, and seeI'm not disturbed in my discharge of duty.

ORGON.I'd give this very minute, and not grudge it,The hundred best gold louis I have left,If I could just indulge myself, and landMy fist, for one good square one, on his snout.

CLEANTE (aside to Orgon)Careful!--don't make things worse.

DAMIS.Such insolence!I hardly can restrain myself. My handsAre itching to be at him.

DORINE.By my faith,With such a fine broad back, good Mr. Loyal,A little beating would become you well.

MR. LOYAL.My girl, such infamous words are actionable.And warrants can be issued against women.

CLEANTE (to Mr. Loyal)Enough of this discussion, sir; have done.Give us the paper, and then leave us, pray.

MR. LOYAL.Then au revoir. Heaven keep you from disaster!

ORGON.May Heaven confound you both, you and your master!