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OPEN AUDITIONS: Majesticpiece Theatre presents Tartuffe


By Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere; translated by Curtis Hidden Page

Directed by Rob Otrembiak

Adapted for the digital stage by Rachel Kohler

To be performed Saturday, May 30th at 7:30pm on Facebook Live

Dress rehearsal Friday, May 29th at 7:00pm

Readthrough on Wednesday, May 27th at 7:00pm

From the director:

I am so "chuffed" to bring to life one of the greatest and silliest of satires, Moliere's masterpiece, Tartuffe! In a time when we are all suffering from cabin fever, what better cure than a farce that takes aim at a hypocritical man of privilege, selling a bill of goods in order to enrich himself and increase his social standing? Art imitating life! If we didn't laugh, we'd cry! I'm looking forward to a rollicking good time with some stage talent who have comedy in their veins and an impish glint their eye! The genius of Moliere, adapted by our resident versifier Rachel, in iambic pentameter and rhyming couplets! Together we will share some smiles with a world desperately in need of a good laugh! 


There once was a shyster, Tartuffe

Greedy, hypocritical, uncouth.

A family in strife,

He’ll take the daughter and wife!

We’ll laugh our way right through this spoof!

Please choose one or two stanzas of the following sides. Record a video on your phone or computer of you reading the side, and email it to by 5PM on MONDAY, May 25. Feel free to include what role you’re interested in within the body of the email. Some guidelines:

● Perform while seated, trying to frame yourself from the shoulders up. This is what you’ll

look like in the video chat during the performance, so we’ll want to see how well you can

emote in this limited space.

● Props and costume pieces are encouraged! Whatever you have lying around. Just keep

in mind that we can only see your torso and head!

● Actors of any gender, age, race, or ability are invited to audition for any role. We will be

casting 12 performers and one Emergency Backup Actor, an understudy for all roles

who can hop into the digital performance at any time to cover for another actor who

might be experiencing technical difficulties.

● In order to participate in the performance, you’ll need a stable internet connection; a

smartphone, computer, or tablet that can run Zoom; and a pair of headphones.

● If you have any questions, feel free to email and ask!



TARTUFFE, a hypocritical “holy” man

ORGON, husband of Elmire, gullible master of the house

ELMIRE, wife of Orgon

MARIANE, daughter of Orgon, in love with Valere

DORINE, Mariane's maid

VALERE, betrothed to Mariane

DAMIS, son of Orgon

CLEANTE, brother of Elmire

MADAME PERNELLE, mother of Orgon

M. LOYAL, a bailiff



Be welcome, gentles all, to this our play,

Which shall, we hope, help while your time away.

Imagine, friends, a manor built in France,

One richly hung and furnished at first glance,

But look again, and you shall see the cracks:

The sober judgment he who lives here lacks.

The master of this house, Orgon he’s named,

Has by a monstrous hypocrite been tamed.

Orgon’s whole family tries to show him truth;

The stubborn man clings closer to Tartuffe.

Orgon’s good mother, too, has been so charmed,

And will not ope her eyes to Tartuffe’s harms.

And so Orgon’s poor wife, the kind Elmire,

Tries vainly to persuade her to stay here.

Let’s join them now as mom-in-law upbraids

Her family in her Tartuffe-based crusade.


Be still, I say. You hate him far too much.

You have recourse to every shameful trick

To drive this man away; it makes me sick.

I'll have him straightway marry Mariane,

Just to confound you all because I can!

Yes, and this very evening, to enrage you!

Tartuffe, will you allow me to engage you?

I am the master and must be obeyed.

(To Damis:) Off with you, boy! You think I’ll let you stay

Within my house now that you’ve been so rude?

I’ve never liked your smarmy attitude.

You’re disinherited! Reviled! Disowned!

Elmire! See this young fool out of our home!

I’ll bet they thought that I was trying to scare

Damis, but ha! I’ll surely make them rue

All that they’ve done. I’ll make a gift to you,

Drawn in due form, of all my property.

A good true friend, my son-in-law to be, Tartuffe!


(Seductively) The heart within my bosom is not stone.

And man was not designed to pray alone!

Love for the beauty of eternal things

Cannot destroy the joy that nature brings.

Our mortal senses may be deep in rapture

By perfect works in which God’s bliss is captured.

His charms reflected shine in such as you,

And every paean of worship offered to

Your temporal self is my true holy work!

A faithful duty that I may not shirk.

And by your doom of judgment, I shall be

Blest, if you will; or damned, by your decree.

(Melodramatic) I am the greatest criminal that’s lived!

I’ve squandered every grace that God can give!

My soul is but a mass of filth and muck;

Whatever they accuse me with, I’m stuck

With every charge they give! I'll not deny;

For self-defense itself’s a kind of pride.

And pride’s another sin, of which I’ve many.

Believe their stories, arm your wrath against me,

And drive me like a villain from your house

For what they say I’ve done unto your spouse!


I will not stand this hypocrite to gloat

At trying to seduce my virtuous mother!

This scandal must be told to all the others.

Each member of this household ought to know

The viper in our midst has finally shown

The scaly hide behind his pious face!

It’s providence that I hid in this place

And overheard each of his sinful words.

But if we spare him now, he’ll never stop!

His pompous pride has triumphed all too long

Over my righteous anger; caused such wrong

To every member of our family.

Let’s take him down! I’d thought that you’d agree.

The rascal all too long has ruled my father,

And crossed my love and also your step-daughter’s.

The time has come! The traitor is unmasked!


Sir, as for you,

This lady's brother, I esteem you, true;

But sir, if I were here in my son's place,

I would entreat you not to show your face.

I know I’m frank with you; that’s how I am.

I don't mince words; politeness is a sham.

There! That's the kind of sass you tolerate,

A clear example of your second-rate

Ability to be a second wife.

You let your chatty servants run your life!

I tell you what: my son’s done nothing wiser

Than take this righteous man as his advisor!

It’s clear to me that heaven sent him here

To fill your souls with pure and holy fear.


Well, her obsession’s mild beside her son's.

His talk of Tartuffe seems it’s never done!

He calls him brother, dotes on him completely,

Won’t leave his side, and speaks of him so sweetly

That one would think they’re married! Beg your pardon,

But, ma’am, he picks him flowers from the garden!

At table, Tartuffe has the honored seat,

While with delight our master sees him eat

As much as six men could; we must give up

The choicest bits to him; on scraps we sup!

That Tartuffe knows his dupe and keeps him fooled,

So all complaints of him are overruled.

He scams him with a hundred masks of merit.

Orgon throws him his money! I can’t bear it!

His prayers are honest as a politician’s.

How can you force a man of his position,

His age, his greed, his lies, his general grossness

On Mariane? To fill her with moroseness?

If she is married to a man she hates,

Especially one so full of odious traits,

She’ll never have a chance at happiness.

Don’t curse the child your duty ought to bless!

For he who weds his child against her will

Owes heaven account for it, if she do ill.

All right. We’re going to try all sorts of ways.

First off, we’ll block the marriage by delay.

We must gain time. (To Mariane) Feign illness if you can.

There is no wedding without Mariane.

Orgon is going to rant, rail, and protest,

But there’s no marriage unless you say “yes.”

(To Valere) You, grab your friends, and go out on the town

And spread this gossip everywhere around

Orgon is going to break his sacred word,

And once he’s to this scandal quite inured,

We’ll bring Cleante’s influence to bear,

And Elmire, too, to champion Valere.

For now, however, you two need to part.


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