书城公版Tartuffe
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第23章

CLEANTE, TARTUFFE

CLEANTE

Yes, it's become the talk of all the town, And make a stir that's scarcely to your credit;And I have met you, sir, most opportunely, To tell you in a word my frank opinion.

Not to sift out this scandal to the bottom, Suppose the worst for us--suppose Damis Acted the traitor, and accused you falsely;Should not a Christian pardon this offence, And stifle in his heart all wish for vengeance?

Should you permit that, for your petty quarrel, A son be driven from his father's house?

I tell you yet again, and tell you frankly, Everyone, high or low, is scandalised;If you'll take my advice, you'll make it up, And not push matters to extremities.

Make sacrifice to God of your resentment;

Restore the son to favour with his father.

TARTUFFE

Alas! So far as I'm concerned, how gladly Would I do so! I bear him no ill will;I pardon all, lay nothing to his charge, And wish with all my heart that I might serve him;But Heaven's interests cannot allow it;

If he returns, then I must leave the house.

After his conduct, quite unparalleled, All intercourse between us would bring scandal;God knows what everyone's first thought would be!

They would attribute it to merest scheming On my part--say that conscious of my guilt I feigned a Christian love for my accuser, But feared him in my heart, and hoped to win him And underhandedly secure his silence.

CLEANTE

You try to put us off with specious phrases;

But all your arguments are too far-fetched.

Why take upon yourself the cause of Heaven?

Does Heaven need our help to punish sinners?

Leave to itself the care of its own vengeance, And keep in mind the pardon it commands us;Besides, think somewhat less of men's opinions, When you are following the will of Heaven.

Shall petty fear of what the world may think Prevent the doing of a noble deed?

No!--let us always do as Heaven commands, And not perplex our brains with further questions.

TARTUFFE

Already I have told you I forgive him;

And that is doing, sir, as Heaven commands.

But after this day's scandal and affront Heaven does not order me to live with him.

CLEANTE

And does it order you to lend your ear To what mere whim suggested to his father, And to accept gift of his estates, On which, in justice, you can make no claim?

TARTUFFE

No one who knows me, sir, can have the thought That I am acting from a selfish motive.

The goods of this world have no charms for me;I am not dazzled by their treacherous glamour;And if I bring myself to take the gift Which he insists on giving me, I do so, To tell the truth, only because I fear This whole estate may fall into bad hands, And those to whom it comes may use it ill And not employ it, as is my design, For Heaven's glory and my neighbours' good.

CLEANTE

Eh, sir, give up these conscientious scruples That well may cause a rightful heir's complaints.

Don't take so much upon yourself, but let him Possess what's his, at his own risk and peril;Consider, it were better he misused it, Than you should be accused of robbing him.

I am astounded that unblushingly You could allow such offers to be made!

Tell me--has true religion any maxim That teaches us to rob the lawful heir?

If Heaven has made it quite impossible Damis and you should live together here, Were it not better you should quietly And honourably withdraw, than let the son Be driven out for your sake, dead against All reason? 'Twould be giving, sir, believe me, Such an example of your probity...

TARTUFFE

Sir, it is half-past three; certain devotions Recall me to my closet; you'll forgive me For leaving you so soon.

CLEANTE (alone)

Ah!