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DORINE With him? Do naught but give him horns, I'll warrant. ORGON Out on thee, wench! DORINE I tell you he's cut out for't; However great your daughter's virtue, sir, His destiny is sure to prove the stronger. ORGON Have done with interrupting. Hold your tongue. Don't poke your nose in other people's business. DORINE (She keeps interrupting him, just as he turns and starts to speak to his daughter). If I make bold, sir, 'tis for your own good. ORGON You're too officious; pray you, hold your tongue. DORINE 'Tis love of you . . . ORGON I want none of your love. DORINE Then I will love you in your own despite. ORGON You will, eh? DORINE Yes, your honour's dear to me; I can't endure to see you made the butt Of all men's ridicule. ORGON Won't you be still? DORINE 'Twould be a sin to let you make this match. ORGON Won't you be still, I say, you impudent viper! DORINE What! you are pious, and you lose your temper? ORGON
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