Why this book
Paris audiences roared with recognition, but priests and devout nobles saw themselves mocked in Tartuffe's mask of piety, and the outcry was fierce enough that the play was banned outright within days of its first performance. The word 'tartuffe' has meant a religious fraud in the French language ever since, and still does today.
The Story
In Paris, the wealthy merchant Orgon has taken a ragged, praying stranger named Tartuffe into his home, utterly convinced he has found a living saint sent to save his soul. He gives the man the best seat, the richest meals, and free run of the household purse, while his own family watches in mounting disbelief.
Orgon's mother, Madame Pernelle, shares his devotion completely and trusts Tartuffe more than she trusts her own grandchildren. She storms out of the house one morning, cane rapping the floor, scolding the children and the sharp-tongued maid Dorine for mocking the holy man who she believes has rescued this godless household from itself.
Dorine says plainly what the rest fear to: Tartuffe eats like a king, prays like a saint, and once handed her a handkerchief, saying, as Molière wrote, 'Cover that bosom, which I must not see,' scandalized by her own honest work. Cléante agrees quietly, but Orgon will hear none of it from either.
Orgon returns home from a journey and asks eagerly after Tartuffe's health before anything else — how did he sleep, what did he eat. Only when gently reminded does he recall that his own wife had been gravely ill the whole time he was away. Therefore his family sees exactly how deep the spell runs.
Cléante, Orgon's level-headed brother-in-law, confronts him directly, arguing that true piety is quiet and humble, never loud and demanding like Tartuffe's constant sermonizing. Orgon calls him godless for even raising the doubt, and storms off unmoved, refusing to hear another word against his honored guest.
Orgon then drops his true intention on the family like a stone dropped in still water: his daughter Mariane will marry Tartuffe, not the young nobleman Valère she has loved for years. The engagement he himself once blessed is broken with a single cold, unappealable announcement over supper.
Mariane is too dutiful to defy her father outright, but her silence is agony. She loves Valère completely, dreads a life bound to a stranger she barely trusts, and can only weep quietly by the window after her father leaves the room satisfied with her obedience.
Valère, hearing only that she has not refused her father outright, arrives hurt and proud, certain she must not love him after all. The two quarrel bitterly in the garden path, each daring the other to be the first to simply walk away for good.
Dorine steps between them, exasperated at their wounded pride, and forces each to admit they still love the other completely. Therefore, with the quarrel mended and the lovers reconciled, she vows to find real proof against Tartuffe before any wedding date can ever be fixed.
Damis, Orgon's hot-headed son, refuses to wait patiently for proof to arrive on its own, pacing the hallway with his fists clenched at his sides. He swears to his sister that he will force Tartuffe to reveal his true face himself, whatever the cost to his own standing or the household's fragile peace.
Elmire, Orgon's clear-eyed wife, proposes a quieter plan instead: she will meet Tartuffe alone in the small parlor, flatter him gently, and let him reveal his true hunger in his own careless words, with no one in the room appearing to listen at all.
Before the trap is sprung, it helps to see clearly who wants what from this meeting: Elmire wants proof for her husband's own good, Damis hides nearby unable to resist watching, and Orgon still trusts Tartuffe more completely than he trusts either one of them combined.
Alone with Elmire, believing himself finally unwatched, Tartuffe drops the holy mask completely. As Molière wrote, he tells her, 'Heaven forbids, 'tis true, some certain pleasures — but we find with it means to make a compromise,' and presses his hand upon hers, all pretense of sainthood gone.
Damis can bear no more. He bursts from behind the curtain where he has been hiding all along, chest heaving, and drags Tartuffe bodily before his father, certain that this confession will finally, finally open Orgon's stubbornly blind eyes to the plain truth standing in front of him.
But Tartuffe does not deny a single word of it. Instead he falls to his knees, weeps, and calls himself the vilest of sinners, begging Orgon to believe the accusation over his own defense, a masterpiece of false humility that leaves the whole room stunned into silence.
Orgon, moved to tears by this performance, decides his own son must have invented the whole story out of jealousy and spite toward a better man. He refuses to hear another word of doubt against the guest he now trusts more than his own blood.
Therefore Orgon disowns Damis on the spot in front of the whole trembling household, driving him from the house he was born in, disinherited and banished for the crime of telling the truth about a man everyone else was too afraid, or too dazzled, to name aloud.
Not satisfied even with that, Orgon punishes the whole family's disbelief further still: he sends for a notary that same afternoon and signs his entire estate over to Tartuffe on the spot, making the impostor sole heir to everything he owns, including the very roof over their heads.
Cléante makes one last plea for reason, warning calmly that a man who demands such total surrender of another man's family cannot possibly be a true servant of heaven, whatever robes he wears. Orgon, fully captured now, will not listen to a single word of it.
Elmire, having exhausted gentle words entirely, proposes a sharper trap of her own: Orgon will hide his own large frame beneath the very dining table where Tartuffe sits, and hear the truth spoken plainly from the man's own mouth, with nowhere left at all to doubt it.
Orgon agrees, still certain the plan will only prove his wife a liar rather than expose his trusted friend as a fraud, and folds his considerable frame beneath the tablecloth to wait, arms crossed, unconvinced, for what he is sure will turn out to be nothing at all.
Believing himself finally alone with Elmire once more, with the door checked and the room quiet, Tartuffe presses further still, boasting openly that a sin kept secret is no sin at all, his hunger now plain, his holy mask entirely and permanently gone from his face.
Therefore Orgon can deny it no longer; red-faced and shaking, he crawls out from beneath the table in open fury, ordering Tartuffe from his house at once, in front of the very wife he had doubted only minutes before this.
But Tartuffe, unshaken even now, only smiles coldly back at him from across the ruined table. He reminds Orgon that the house is legally his own now, signed over in ink days ago before witnesses, and that it is Orgon, not he, who must leave it.
Orgon orders him out anyway, voice shaking with rage, fists balled at his sides, but Tartuffe simply turns and walks away calm and unhurried, out into the street, going to claim by cold law what he could never have kept honestly by trickery and charm alone.
At dawn the very next day, a bailiff arrives at the door with eviction papers in hand and a wagon waiting outside in the fog, ordering Orgon's own family out of the very house they and their ancestors have lived in for generations before them.
Worse follows close behind: Orgon confesses, ashamed and pale, that he once hid a strongbox of a persecuted friend's dangerous political papers inside this very house as a quiet favor years ago, and that box, too, is now sitting safely in Tartuffe's grasping hands.
With the house now lost and treason itself sitting openly on the table between them, every member of the family finally understands exactly what one man's blind, stubborn trust has cost them all, and how very little time now remains to undo any of it.
Valère rushes in, breathless and still loyal despite his own earlier hurt at Mariane's silence, to warn that Tartuffe has carried the strongbox straight to the King himself, and urges Orgon to flee the city before it is far too late for any of them.
Before Orgon can move a single step toward the door to flee, an officer of the King arrives instead with a formal warrant in hand, and the whole trembling family braces itself for what feels certain to be the very worst news of all.
But the officer has not come for Orgon at all. He arrests Tartuffe instead, right there in the parlor, for the King, it turns out, had long known him as a notorious con-man living for years under a false and carefully borrowed name.
Therefore the stolen deed and the hidden strongbox are both returned to Orgon by direct royal order that very hour, and Tartuffe is led away in chains through the very door he had meant to seize for himself alone, his holy mask now finally worthless.
The King's mercy reaches further still: remembering Orgon's own quiet loyal service during past troubles in the realm many years before, he forgives the older man his foolishness entirely, for the sake of what he once was, and for what he can still yet become.
Mariane's engagement to Valère is restored at once without further argument from anyone in the room, and the shaken household closes ranks around an older, humbled, and finally wiser Orgon, grateful simply to still have a home and a family left standing to fill it.
What it means
Tartuffe endures because the danger it names never left the world: not faith itself, but the performance of faith worn as a costume by anyone who wants your trust, your money, and your judgment quietly switched off. True goodness, Molière insists, asks to be tested, never simply believed on the strength of a soft voice.
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